Saturday, September 5, 2015

dVerse/ The Silence of Morning

The Silence of Morning

what verses may be hiding      in the silence of this morning      demanding to be heard

yet reluctant...                          pretending to be shy                    softly playing

the sweet songs of the heart     show scars of days gone by         sorrow's loss spins her web

writing inscriptions on tears     as they fall to the ground             holding on for dear life

flying low below the clouds      navigating by well worn paths    pretending bravado

still there is the stench of death under each scarlet layer               exposing the clown

the fool                                       the jester                                     ...and me

Sept 5, 2015







5 comments:

  1. Those verses demanding to be heard eventually find their way...one way or another they ARE heard. Strong writing, Annell.

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  2. I love the structure of your poems these days, that three in one feeling.

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  3. I love the structure of your poems these days, that three in one feeling.

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  4. I agree with Mary, those verses will be heard... Eventually

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