There is a pall upon the worldunpierced by the sun,weighty, thick, almost suffocatingwe crawl, can’t walk nor run.Voices call out in the gloominessmuffled and unclear,female, male – indistinguishableand the hours turn to years.
Windblown, falling, drifting, from tree-tops to ground below; Windswept, dispersed, gathered in shallow defiles underfoot, an unintended golden path. Photo and Poem copyright protected, and the property of Rambling Poetry, and not to be used without permission.
Striped markings on a cloth… An identity A tribe A religion A child marked for death, Marked for life A life marked for greatness, Marked by God A child’s swaddling cloth, Now a Prince’s robe And the hope of a people. Poem copyright protected, and the property of Rambling Poetry, and not to be used … Continue reading
I am the darkness in the abyss, the point of light in the sun. I am the feeling that you’ll miss when feelings are undone. I am the void in the silence, the scream in the noisy mob. I am the rich man’s dream, the beggar that you rob. I am a drop in the … Continue reading
Look at me, don’t just see my eyes that see you, but beyond, into my soul where I desperately need you. Look at me, see my lips that long to kiss you, taste your essence, your all the sweet, the bitter, all you. Look at me, at my face, and know that its true, that … Continue reading
The dust settles, back upon the earth, dry, barren, covering the dried blood of the fallen; For another’s ideals, we give our life, alive, like a flower, now scattered like its pollen. By my brother’s side, we’ve fought through hell killed, rejoiced, and in another’s name, vied for victory; Motes rest upon my open unseeing … Continue reading