False spring takes heat from
The sky and buries it in
The depth of the earth
This was such a long time ago. I actually wrote this while I was driving, on the way home on the highway with my family. As I was driving, I couldn’t exactly write, so I memorized the whole thing somehow and wrote it down when we got home. I believe we were very close to home at the time otherwise this would have been lost into oblivion for all time.
Following the prompt at dVerse – Quadrille #37–Be Not Afraid.
Please let me know what you think, constructive criticism is always welcome!
Be all the blue you don’t want to see in the sky
That bitter note of sunshine rules the skies
Blow up the water tank the roos don’t mind the bangs
Leave the pieces laying on the dust
Silky dust wanting water and somehow I don’t care
Under the verandah the clouds are gathering
Could this be the end of all we’re hearing now
Or is this the only thing keeping us sane.
All I see of me is my shadow on the wall,
Walking down the hall thudding on worn carpet again.
Everything I write comes back to the word drought. It’s not the worst word once you get to know it.