Save me, cried limp lackluster lilies
Under a curdling sky
Where a filthy farmer
Filed down weeds with little care
Or awareness of what lie beneath.
Save me, begging baby birds
Leaning haphazardly over saw and serious sawyer
Whose house was burning down
For want of good green limbs.
Save me, screamed gulls and gray herons,
Huddling on oily shores
Watching big black barges
Damn river, lake and stream
While breast stroking businessmen
Who have big seas to sail.
Save you? I cannot save myself
In this crush and crumble
Of history hacking out new frontiers.
Save you – save me – save us:
You turned and picked a lily,
Sat on a downed log, and pleaded with winged things
To break ground where our home once stood.
Author notes
to my soulmate who so easily slipped into goodbye
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a intresting write, from a different view, but non the less intriguingly done.Thank You for entering, and for expressing such sensentive emtional thoughts and good luck
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Incredible! What imagery and lots of it... packed with meaning and heartfelt emotion. It sure stirred me up inside!
Best wishes,
Frogz~
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