Included in "Teardrop of Coloured Soul" Publish America
ISBN: HARDCOVER8327
The sky is red amber and flashes of blue. The clouds are flipping off in white and grey. Shouting, I realize I am not heard. Only billowing tales of winds that caress my limbs as I ponder the ground. Is a grave as deep as the sin that dug it?
The cigarette burns in the pewter ashtray. The ashes scattered across the plate. Screaming, I see I am un-noticed. Save for the toxic waste that has erupted from the fingers as I bleed. Is death as final as the soul who craves it?
The pictures on the wall are softly changing. The images are becoming jurors in a trial. Crying, I realize the tears are dirty stains. Except for the anger that flashes across the atmosphere of hell. Is terror as deep as the soul who causes it?
The wind is deeply staining the frosted air. The stars are standing as judges in a trial. Sighing, I know the effort is futile. With the exception of the gasps of amazement that I can be anything at all.
One word: Speechless. (I wish there was more to say, but frankly, when you come across a piece of writing that squeezes your lungs and challenges what you believe in, it's kinda hard summarize.) Thank you for sharing
I am feeling, at "Awe" right now!... This poem rendered me speechless for a moment... Your writing commands attention with every line! You're brilliant... Great write!
Over 200 of my poems have appeared in more than one hundred journals in the U.S. and Canada, in Japan and Australia, and the U.K.
I have had a series of chapbooks published in the 1980's by 4 Wi.. more..