Tired Souls Wait On Riverbanks
Tired souls wait on riverbanks
Tired souls wait for a welcoming heart
Lost in a kudoclasm of what lies ahead—
A knot of fear in stomachs tighten.
Will there be sparrows singing songs of hope,
Or an ominous hymn from a murder of crows?
Will there be walls and deadbolts on homes?
As they somaticize grief—naked and cold.
© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.
Painting by Ally Saunder
In response to dVerse’s Tuesday Poetics: Ally Saunders – A Closer Look hosted by the lovely Mish and MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Wordle #140 by Yves
I still can’t get the world’s distressing news out of my mind. The second I saw this particular painting, my heart immediately went out for the victims of war and the poor refugees. 😦 So here’s a little follow up to my previous post, Have we had enough? *Sigh*
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