Friday, July 9, 2021



The melancholy cry of a dove
emotes the moans of
what's been locked away
all of these years

Dampness of morning
still clings to leaf and blade
as grief evaporates with each moan
in the warm breeze of pain
as time frozen parts thaw

Shamrock green of early summer
before relentless heat withers
leaving only roots and nubs
tears like rain trickle down
finding the genesis neglected
from generations past

Soon an oasis appears
from tears planted
the well tended internal garden 
where hope springs
that life rises from ashes

Poem 21-190z
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