There is blood in a red sunset, black smoke on the horizon death in the penciled trees They are fuel for the coming fire, matchsticks waiting for a spark The world burns and we are the wick, kindling for the flame, grey lead for the melting Save the pretty poetry and soft pastels for Spring which won't come until the deadwood has turned to ashes
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In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
Paul;-)
How sadly true, Linda, and quite a poem.
Love Tinka
Well done. Love the imagery. Yes, "we are the wick."
Peace,
Carolyn
Felix
Take care,
Sherry
oh how true, good write
Mister