I saw the dawn
rape lonely
orphans,
while bats ate
butterflies,
cats killed sparrows
and hope flew
south for
the winter.
On my way
downtown,
I've seen the
dead through
windows at the
drycleaners, eating
hamburgers with
starched faces
The librarians,
dry and dusty,
pray for rain,
as hippos weep,
hyenas sigh,
and hope
flies south for
the winter.
I've seen the strange
hand of
circumstance
wear the jester's
hat.
I've seen destiny
angry turn her
back, while potential
is wasted on
the railroad tracks.
Yeah, hope flew
south for the
winter.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 29th, 2024 10:54
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Comments7
Your imagery comes alive too dear Thomas. 🌹
Thank you, Teddy.
Good write T.
Thank you.
Very nice descriptive write.
John
Thanks, John
Good words Thomas but hope is always within us.
Andy
yes it is, thank you for commenting.
am thinking of going south myself but in the meantime, while we are in the middle of a flood are you saying I need to blame those librarians, or the hippo's .. Neville
Lo, good stuff. Thanks, bro.
A great poem, Thomas. Really powerful and love the repetition. Works so well.
Thank you, I appreciate it.
Hope flew south for the winter
a powerful poem, the repetition works well and the description is ace. Great write Thomas.
Thank you so much.
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