Newton Ranaweera Poet Verse

A Tale With No Rails

A tale with no road maps, no signposts, or mile posts.
Snowstorms stench of winter's busy breath;
                          dagger dances;
                            trampled plants plead.

Flings a wanton pebble; on mud, a sparrow thuds;
wing-clipped parakeet limps; eyes freeze with awe.  
Azure sky mourns, clotting clouds together;
tear-flood bleeds healing earth, yet drought's monarchy reigns.

        How long, how long should we long for 
        drizzles, gently sprinkling drizzles?

                          disconnected 
                            thoughts arise — die.


Syllables- 12/10/4/4   12/10/10/12   8/8   4/4 (howmanysyllables.com)

*A 1st Place* in the following contest (judged on March 8, 2021)
 
March 1, 2021
ALL YOURS (Mar 8) Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand

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Michelle Faulkner March 7, 2021 at 10:12 PM 'tear-flood bleeds healing earth, yet drought's monarchy reigns.' - how profound of the weight of winter and hope for spring, congratulations on your win in the contest, Newton~ Newton Ranaweera March 8, 2021 at 4:22 AM Thank you so much, Michelle, for this wonderfully sweet comment and the congrats!!