Winter Wallace Poet Free verse

Circle

all the fortunes have been squandered
the nomadic women of the east stare at my shame,my eyes touch the earth beneath me

all the friends have drifted away,
mere planks living upon middle ocean surface

everything is breaking down
the mirrors display this dreary,dwindling time line

cruelty will never leave me,she'll stay by my side
The red noons and violet twilights aren't as vivid as they used to be
Blue mornings and dark nights will never leave

All the children have been grown
All the grown have died
All the day all the night is now past

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Debbie Guzzi June 16, 2009 at 4:10 PM sad very sad! Light & Love

Debbie Guzzi May 13, 2009 at 4:47 PM haunting..........Light & Love

Donny Ingraham April 14, 2009 at 7:15 PM this is really touching

Carolyn Devonshire April 14, 2009 at 6:58 PM How sad it is that the "Circle" of life cannot be broken. We have our moment in the sun; then we're gone. Your observations in this poem are very intuitive, Kalonji. Brilliant writing! Love, Carolyn