a flower sits still
its beauty speaks loudlyclouds march in quiet step
yet so poignantly dress
the crinoline of an azure sky
the wolf and the hawk
traverse their homes cape
without disturbing sound
as the forest and the sky
applaud them with an ovation
of freedom
my heart beats unheard
it embraces the human spirit but tears fall silently recognizing
the breath of apathy that pervades
it hovers not so subtly over the
souls of many for they care not
how they disturb the calming
silence of peace with their angry
hands of violence and war
the flower no longer sits still
nowhere to be foundthe clouds have turned grey
with a pungent smell
of burning flesh
the hawk no longer flies over
and the wolf howls no more
for the sounds of death
have disturbed the silence
of the living soul
How sad the ending for the turn to war & violence have silenced the flowers & animals ~ Beautifully written & thank you for the your lovely comments in my posts ~ Your mother is such an inspiration ~
ReplyDeletethe first paragraph had me hopeful.
ReplyDeleteMy friend, this poem is one of your finest. The disappearance of flower, wolf and hawk underline the apathy of which you speak. When will enough of us wake up? Your poem goes straight to my heart.
ReplyDeletemy point: we must embrace our inherent if not intrinsic make up that being; indeterninate. we have choices
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