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:
Beautiful...
Those verses demanding to be heard eventually find their way...one way or another they ARE heard. Strong writing, Annell.
I love the structure of your poems these days, that three in one feeling.
I love the structure of your poems these days, that three in one feeling.
I agree with Mary, those verses will be heard... Eventually
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