Pulse of Life
Pulse of Life
In the wretched, desolate silence
That followed the blast
Only the dust
Twirled
Sighed
Settled
Quietly
Gently
Upon the blizzard of evil that
Fiendishly tore smiles from faces
Ripped
Laughter from throats
Strangled the last cry...
In the dawn of a new day
The stillness breathes..
The fecund soil
Stirs within
Silently
Yielding
A tiny green shoot, a pulse of life
Pushing upwards toward the warmth
And light...
Copyright © Sheila Sacks | Year Posted 2016
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