Sunday, July 23, 2006

New poem


It should be hailing.
These skies should not be so blue,
nor the air so sweetly heavy that it pulls laughter
from unaware children.
The winds should be ripping trees from the ground,
leaving broken roots exposed,
fierce swords from an earth gone hurtful
and rejoicing in its pain.
There should be no birdsong,
only the slashing hum of the cold hawk's
descending claws.
Tornados should be stalking,
and river waters rising to drown, to bury
everything that once was,
wants to, and still should be.

Copyright 2006.


Blogger Lisa :-] said...

(((Cyn))) I so wish I could be in closer physical proximity to you. My heart cries tears for your pain...

July 23, 2006 11:11 PM  
Blogger Theresa Williams said...

Cynthia--what a poem. It is perfect.

July 23, 2006 11:15 PM  
Blogger Theresa Williams said...

PS-Has something devastating happened?

July 23, 2006 11:17 PM  
Blogger IndigoSunMoon said...

One word.

July 24, 2006 1:17 AM  
Blogger emmapeelDallas said...


This is a beautiful, powerful, moving poem.


July 24, 2006 11:02 AM  
Blogger ckays1967 said...


devine poem

July 24, 2006 1:20 PM  
Blogger Gannet Girl said...

I could swear I left a comment here early this am.

It said something like:


And like:

what a gift for expression you have.

July 24, 2006 8:41 PM  
Blogger beths front porch said...

This is a beautiful poem, elegant and sad, all at once.

July 25, 2006 8:55 PM  
Blogger Paul said...

Did I just get run over by a truck?

July 26, 2006 9:08 PM  
Blogger V said...

Beautiful. Lovely.

July 27, 2006 5:08 PM  

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