A Passing of Pomegranates - For Contest

A Passing of Pomegranates Outside the city where the pomegranates grow, he sits with his beads and chants - quiet drone lost in the history of so long ago bathed in the scent of trees red crusted dome. Walks the same paths his ancestors trod wanders beneath the trees they once planted wonders what happened to nations – and Gods longs for her hand and the wishes joy granted. Stops for a moment to challenge the sky curses its depth – its foreverdeep cold longs to discover the tears yet to cry outside the city where the pomegranates grow. 4/5/2016 submitted to – A First Line Prompt – Poetry Contest sponsor – Julia Ward