The animals and the birds
do just fine
the trees
either sway in the breeze
or
stay as still as ghosts
At the core of my being
lies a sepulcher
that traps
rays of the sun
and holds them
prisoner
in its dark evil heart
The sweet
inner dynamism
trundles to a halt
and is sucked into
the heart of
obscuration
A deviated, decadent
route
is mapped through
death which parades
as life
Everything feels
like death
smells like death
and tastes like
death
A dense, heavy cloud
settles over me
becoming my shroud
My epitaph
is my life
my death -
my liberation
Comments
the scarecrow sounds rejuvenated
but at the end line needs to get away for a bit
like a lot of professions
big pay..no holidays.
on call all the time
its like death
never there for fam..
but a scarecrow
has its visitors
sees what it needs
the birds and wildlife
come around
love your use of words
"the sweet inner dynamism..etc"
i greatly admire this!
as poets we may see each
other on the trail
liberating our watfchful existance
through words!
thenk you!
Thank you Esker
for your discerning read. Especially your last stanza - so true.
Cheers
because der is a lot of peckerbirds on yer shoulder
gnawing your grains and tapping at the straw fer a brain....
thanks leonard!
The language is strong
as is the subject matter. I have no suggestions to make.
Thanks Wes
Your comment means a lot.
Cheers