The dark earth ..watered by a million tears
silently falling,
etching small rivulets of sorrow
into its fecund heart.
The crimson blood of innocents
spatters the soil
with the echoing screams of the young
dying without cause
The bitter hungry earth
embraces countless bodies
contorted in an obscene parody of loves embrace
taking into itself
all it needs to nourish it's dark heart
Yet..
this earth,
this tear soaked. bloodstained soil
like the phoenix rising
from its bed of sere ash
Gilds the scarred killing grounds
in gaudy hues
of yellow and gold
frilly heads close together
nodding in happy agreement
Their presence a gift
a reminder that..
for one brief moment in time
all things are possible
even love....
The last verse makes the poem!
It was quite unexpected.
Very fine work, Candida!
I am adding you to my shortlist of preferred poets in my BLOG in my AD.
Thanks again!
Richard Vallance
~Nikki~
~Joseph
You've made this a bitter pill, so jagged it's smooth.
PJ