Skeptical Sky
skeptical sky looks down
with furrowed clouds
sees
fires making patchwork of ancient forests
planting hands dropping seeds by rows
bullet blasts
moms wiping muddied cheeks
marching feet in fierce formation
sycamore roots spreading past state lines
spoils-laden convoys heading home
skaters slicing frozen pond with perfect 8s
strafing planes
irises rising beside oxeye daisies
schools battened down
phoebes frantic to feed young
hungry arms stretched thin from begging
cacti blooming magenta haloes
wind tsks a “seen it all before”
then heaven weeps
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Anthropomorphism gone wild. I like the way the panorama is indented in this drama.
i LoVe this poem… i got chills by its ending both times i read it… beautifully written… keep up the good work…
wind is a prick to life.
haters gonna hate.