“Voice From A Distance”
She hear a gloomy voice cry
From a distance yet so near
Could this be a dream or is this for real
As dawn wakes in morning light
Thud
Cry stopped
With a silent hush
From above the morning sky
Down came a falling star
Down came a thousand birds
And cover up heavens above
Like a dream
What can this mean?
Did another spirit die
Silenced by a fist
And the pain inside
Does this heart
Ache out of hate or out of fear
Or because
She can still hear…something
Hear the wild birds song?
And did she hear her own cry
Rise from wet grass
As she rises from her knees
Copyright © 2005 Tinka Boukes
Thank You
Love Tracey xo
Love the photo - chilling write; a superior poetic piece ... stunning my friend!!
Best wishes,
Robert
Reindeer
Now stay out of the wet grass.
Peace
great poem, Tinka ...
well crafted and well done
john+
love,
eileen
TRASK
PS. Make sure there ain't zulus in that grass, less Michael Caine's there to protect you..Just been watching the film. ZULU. Blimey, no wonder we lost the cricket...
Rise from wet grass
As she rises from her knees
Powerful ending... It takes courage and strength, to get back up and try again. To never stay down, for rewards which have not yet been seen...
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in america, karen lynn in texas. :)