Calloused hands
In a lightning storm
Weep metal tears
Bitter snow it falls
Collection of
The dead they rake
Over rugged landscape
Deaths flowing cape.
The bending trees
Upon the gale
Frozen curses
In icy hail
Staggering steps
In angry reprise
Wish their wishes
In dying eyes.
Gigantic regrets
A blanket thrown
Over rough terrain
Now turns to snow
Falling gentle
Through fingers glow
To fall a warrior
The world to know.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments1
It is the images and metaphor that first caught my attention in this poem upon second read the meter contributed considerably. Very nicely done a fave.
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