Poem Image

fall the rain

can fall the rain?
can rage the trees, that give a hospice
to every weary, wounded bird?
can call the birds by name?

was every road so cobbled & split
was every cloud a bruise upon the sky
was every grassy field parched & withered
was every hill so high

a soldierís helmet is a crown of thorns
his aches, a spear thrust in his side
full of a minstrel that merely mourns
full of sorrow, but never cried

dismantle the cannon that pocks the land
rip the flag that takes no mends
a thousand miles begins a journey
a journey never ends

the burning night is made of songs he didnít sing
the hill that stretches higher, higher
a brooding passion, a sculpted fireÖ
 †Iíve lost something

(Art: Rene Jacques)

Written by JohnFeddeler
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 15 reading list entries 6
comments 7 reads 275
staggerlee Ahavati Taryn beanbandit Messier110 paperstains
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
Today 7:31am by Heart_symphony
Today 7:30am by AtoMikbomb
Today 7:22am by eswaller
Today 4:43am by Foxface
Today 3:01am by Tori
Today 2:26am by eswaller