Where Wanderlust Meets Words
What but the birds shrill song The dog’s long howl The babies screeching cry Prickled fur of fear Hollow ribs of the starved Eyes dense like a black birds Fear crackling in the wind Backs turn without a glance The flame flickers a dying dance Darkness without a Dawn Dirt fresh on shallow graves A new being is…
What but the birds shrill song
The dog’s long howl
The babies screeching cry
Prickled fur of fear
Hollow ribs of the starved
Eyes dense like a black birds
Fear crackling in the wind
Backs turn without a glance
The flame flickers a dying dance
Darkness without a Dawn
Dirt fresh on shallow graves
A new being is born
Will it learn traits of scorn
Man is the sire of sorrow
Will there be a tomorrow
Poem by Wendy Norman (Seafarrwide)
Image by Willy Gobel
Thanks it’s funny how poems sometime pop into your head then other times you just feel blocked and can’t write at all.
Beautiful!
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