Get Your Premium Membership

Rented Earth

[url=https://flic.kr/p/nnkQSQ][img]https://farm3.staticflickr.com/2938/14025010092_5f06e4ab47_n.jpg[/img][/url][url=https://flic.kr/p/nnkQSQ] What the hell have I ...but hands full of dust From beneath that dead tree without shelter nor brush Upon this desolate land without shadow or shade Where the earth has been scorched and it's skin is decayed Those who will enter shall fall by the sword Then portioned to jackals gnawing the bones from before What the hell have I ...but somber mournings at dawn The tree replied life and death is what you hold in thy palms It showed me love and hate inside of one grain of sand Courage and fear within another - then evolution of man And It revealed something different from either hand I held clutched For the ground that I stood was auctioned for material lust Then it said as your shadow at morning is striding behind Or your shadow rising at evening into infinite nights I'm older then angels and will live long after your death I acquiesced then surrendered as my heart would reflect Captivated by wild flowers growing upon rotted flesh As song echoed from tombstones where willows made nest What the hell have I ...upon this rented earth A hand full of dust or the essentials of birth ~JJF ~

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Reflection on the Important Things