Trenz Pruca

On worried wings


On worried wings,
he softly sings
of dreams of fire
and ghostly things
with deep desire.

He cries in vain,
though woes remain
beneath the sun.
He feels the pain.


Without desire
for those things,
he banks his fire.
Burned wood sings
through smoky wings


Without such pain.
beneath the sun
the coals remain.
He cries in vain.




  • Robert Haigh

    An expressive and poetic write. Well penned!

  • Neville

    a to die for title and all that followed .. followed well ...

  • Munro

    Burned wood sings through smoky wings ,,that’s great line ,, enjoyable read

  • WriteRaw

    It read tragic. It was emotional. I felt the sadness of the verses.

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