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
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2016
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