Monday, 19 June 2017

Drought

I am denial while you are acceptance

We’re all those hues of melancholy and grief

Of disaster and despair, you and I

I am detachment and you are apathy

That promise was the rumbling anticipation of overhead clouds

Ready to soothe and assuage a dusty drought

Instead, passing overhead without one drop fallen

I am that cloud and you the earth

For want of release and 

thirst and satiation

exchanging one last polite smile

we perish

No comments:

Post a Comment

there exists something within that in the space of poetry can only be silent, held within the wor(l)ds afore writ. though often I do not respond to feedback I do thank you for your words