The sky fallin' round here at a steady pace
misshaphen forms collide in clouds twisted with reality
teasingily hanging nooses in four-hundred years
spirit as rich as the soul
roots dugged deep
massive as locks twisted and oiled
tunes still comes from sun baked bellies
the moaning grown still sitting in deep waters
they just don't reconize it yet
(it takes a little time now to think)
same hands as mothers before midnight trains
same feets before air and sport
sky was fallin' then too
and we don rise and fall from all the chaos
life force
and we shall rise and fall again
tunes sweet as morning rain hard as hail storms
always be white sheets gainst black seas
always will be maneveur used to grow from
sky like ashe grey fallin' wit toxic rain all round my house
and i sang like my mama sang like her mama sang
all praises
Ron
hugs Fee
Love Tinka
Ron
Another spectacular work.
Strong beginning, the poem is haunting, yet filled with hope--well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.