Crossing the Divide

Crossing the Divide

A Poem by Robert Francis Callaci

is god really dead?


Crossing the Divide (ravings from a lunatic who loves the moon)

A deviant is a deviation of what society deems normal.

leaves are green, others brown-

but what about those that turn red or yellow?

the dirt road turns to mud on rainy days

while the flowers wilt and decay from drought-

dreams are but an illusion of reality

but does the butterfly know the difference?  

as I cross the divide I can’t help but wonder

why doesn’t God wake up from His, Hers, or ITs slumber---

The Silence is deafening.



© 2020 Robert Francis Callaci

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Added on July 12, 2020
Last Updated on July 12, 2020
Tags: poetry


Robert Francis Callaci
Robert Francis Callaci

Port Richey, FL

My passion is writing- I've been writing a mythological tale on the many facets and faces of GOD- I've been a net poet for the past seventeen years- I'm a former admin at lit .org and active one (Patr.. more..