Sanctuary

wooded silence.

 

then,

 

chain saw cracks bark, cracks the spine;

 

trees measured out with yardsticks; after,

lay fallen like dead cotton on a homeless

 

man.

 

water fails to creep,

fails like a high school

dropout,

 

both, now unemployed

in a dead�'end

job;

 

penetrating preachers arrive to give last rights

with pageless bibles,

 

more an exorcism…

 

boss man stands smoking cheap cigar,

tosses it, slow motion,

lands�'smoke and fire

 

creep,

 

forest floor heats up

similar to a woodstove;

 

firefighters paid off

like street hookers…

 

wooded noise.

 

now.

 

heard,

 

“light touches the dead wood of

my soul and brings forth the

tender growth of hope.”

 

peace.

 

Copyright © 01/08/2013 Barbara Sutton and Lance Sheridan

Reviews

[Kaylee]

Again, I love your descriptions and metaphors. Every phrase is beautiful and thought-provoking, and the ending for this piece was particularly lovely. While I've enjoyed everything of yours I've read so far, I have to say this might be one of my favorites.

[Jack...]

A very deep collections of verses, sent to stimulate the soul, igniting thought. Where fire brings fresh growth from beneath the ash of life. Very nice.

[SuttonSheridanPoets]

So specially appreciated, thank you Jack!!

[SuttonSheridanPoets]

Hi Kaylee, you are very kind and thoughtful! Thank you! Best regards, Barbara and Lance