sand
locked within
my tears
children
blown as ash
where blind men
paint windows
onto empty walls
from within
where the calls
of women
along a mobius
bleed
their mother's seed
there is no sand
left to fall
when mad men
rise as oil
coating their eyes
while sane men
within their blind dreams
fall to the side
sand
locked within
these years
You have me thinking about the Middle East. Where oil glazed over the minds of otherwise sane individuals and generations continue like a Mobius strip and follow mad men generation after generation.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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But that I'm prone to bad interpretation.
Ron
and sorrows increased!
Love ya!
Jane