Liquid Ice
Liquid
ice drips from the sky
clear
coating branch and limb
reflected
in security light
darkness
snuffing rays quickly
Eerie
hush as hear ice fall upon old snow
layer
upon layer builds in geological time
until
covered completely in snowy ash
waiting
to swallow next victim of fall
Fallen
warriors strewn about
generations
of warriors taken down
scheme
repeats amidst the carcasses
stench
of generations wasted
Withdrawn
into shells of former self
shame's
unholy hush
hides
the wound
avoids
mentioning the fall
Yet
dooming another generation
to
repeat the fall that shouldn't be
as
pride rises up humility flees
damning
the sons to familiar fall
So I
choose to break free
vulnerable
about the fall
disrupts
the scheme
so sons
and daughters can go beyond
To
fight their own battles
because
I have fought my own
not
wallowing in what could have been
nor a
victim of others
Poem
19-333w
#highplainspoet
#westernnebraskathoughtsandlife
A
somber write about old trees that have fallen likened to unfinished family
business passed from one generation to the next. It has to stop somewhere, with
me.
