Alkas Poetry Poet Prose Poetry

My Hinterland

OH, MY Hinterland ...
                No wet places,
                without resting landscape,
                everything seems eternal desert ...
                Broken, fallen houses,
                thrown by life ...
                Almost dead nature!
                In these lost stops,
                dry, lean, evil cows
                support themselves ...
                Birds of prey, sneak
               just patiently lurking ...
               We are still alive, we only
               we drag, we don't live ...
               Nobody drinks, nobody eats ...
               we graze sadness only ,,,!

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Darlene De Beaulieu January 21, 2021 at 10:30 AM Hello Alakas, the Hinterland can be rough. I senses that nothing is there. it is barren? Salute Darlene. Darlene De Beaulieu January 21, 2021 at 3:35 PM Hello Alkas, sometimes I misspell your name. sorry. Oh I do not think they would live there. Salute Darlene Alkas Poetry January 21, 2021 at 10:43 AM No, great people lives there... they are the sertanejos...strong people of my hinterland ! salute, dear alkas not alakas... !