A lop-sided moon
Shows its pock-marked face,
Smirking in a sky bereft of cloud.
While winter trees stretch,
Twisting their limbs toward the sky,
Lifting their last blood dried leaves in silence,
I feel bitter, suffocating desperation.
Once, while lying in tall green grass,
I felt the earth breathe and sigh
Beneath the burden of her people
As she mourned decayed dreams
And wasted lives.
I tried to understand her pain,
To unveil the reason for the rotting dream,
To understand the solitude, the despair.
Reviewing the questions
Until they became a crazy rhythm in my brain,
But still, I had no solution.
So I stood with a sigh
And leaving Earth with her burden
I prepared to live.
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I could see the moon and the tall grass and the earth breathing a sigh....
the story line gets close
I can't help but read
your creatioins are the most.
Good stuff.
I'm enjoying watching your poetry grow and mature. You have lots of talent and great poetic instincts.
I love your metaphysical musings here, which range from your personal reality and thoughts to the exterior, natural universe.
You poem raises a question for me-- wouldn't Mother Earth be worried about all of her creatures, not just humans?
thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Thanks so much for writing this.
Very very good.