Wasteland

cameron lynne

Watch me as the earth unfolds
Crying out for life
In the midst of burning cold
A silence I will find

The birds, they are a-singing
A small harsh requiem
In the dark and fire raining
I’ll go looking for you then

The pillars are asunder
Strength no longer mine
In the soft remains of plunder
A silence I will find

It is the truth and nothing less
That I am in it too
A place to stay in nothingness
I’ll find for me and you

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  • L. B. Mek

    beautifully constructed
    your verses are layered, with purpose
    I especially like how you play with imagery
    and metaphor, without over stressing its presence
    subtlety, is the key word here I think
    and of course, such a showcasing of practised
    and oh so elegant, poetic skill:
    'A small harsh requiem
    In the dark and fire raining
    I’ll go looking for you then

    The pillars are asunder
    Strength no longer mine
    In the soft remains of plunder'..
    (a privilege to read and a treat to ponder
    thank you, for choosing to share
    dear Poet)

    • cameron lynne

      Thank you for this thoughtful comment, I really appreciate it!



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