The Sandpipers Call

The Sandpipers Call

 Sandpipers Call amongst the garbage
 along the shore,
 Tumbleweeds dance from dusk till dawn 
 Tumbleweeds roll as time goes by,
 And time should stand still for love?
 But:
 Only Tumbleweeds roll roll back and fro making love to the wind.
 Flying lost, in a blue sky, 
 never knowing why,
 Doves fly when curtains Call 
 Crying doves. Scatter, as curtains fall,
 Peregrine falcon,, hits  and death calls,,
 And a spray of bloody feathers,,
 In a garden of angels,, watch them fall,,
 As a cold east wind blows from the west 
 Marking the spot where Sandpipers Call.
 And Tumbleweeds yawn at break of dawn 
 And race each other down empty streets,
 only stopping to keep each other warm,
 Lost again where broken hearts meet 
 Dust storms. Whistle a warning,
 Broken windmills answer with creaking rusting calls that last forever.
 For time is the enemy of broken hearts,
 Leaving you breathless as,
 Strangers walk hand in hand among the garbage along the shore,
 where, Sandpipers Call.
 Tumbleweeds play hide and seek,
 .....until dawn, in the cemetery on the hill where old cowboys lie, 
 waiting for Jesus lost in the garbage along the shore.
 And Sandpipers mourn for dying doves.
 As Tumbleweeds the traveling kind 
 Remind us that love is blind as they March through broken windows
 and open doors, a spray of bloody feathers fall.
 Tumbleweeds play hide and seek until dawn
 Dust devil's whistle a warning, broken windmills answer with
 squeaking rusting  calls and they'll sing that way for broken hearts. 
 Lost forever.
 At last the Tumbleweeds, call to the dying Sandpipers, dying in 
 the rotting garbage and seaweeds strewn along the shore..   
 Home..
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Rose  Avatar
March 20, 2023 at 12:01 PM
wow your poetry is deep and contains so much soul power. I loved it, thank you for sharing your quill and talent today, have a good day :)
Buss Avatar
September 11, 2025 at 10:23 PM
Thanks, i just write what i feel.. I was listening to two songs when I wrote it. Robert Keens song Going Bye sung by Lyle Lovett .. the lyric "and a stone marks a grave where the old cowboys lie".. bought an image of bumblebees to my brain.. Nd the other song was Keanoard Cohen's classic.. Suzanne... last stanza when he mentions garbage ans seaweed.. my mind saw Sandpipers Calling to each other.. I always listen to songs to when I write or paint.. I should admitt I'm a fucked up prison.. lot of childhood trauma.. My Muse makes me write about that pain..
Buss Avatar
September 11, 2025 at 10:21 PM
Thanks, i just write what i feel.. I was listening to two songs when I wrote it. Robert Keens song Going Bye sung by Lyle Lovett .. the lyric "and a stone marks a grave where the old cowboys lie".. bought an image of bumblebees to my brain.. Nd the other song was Keanoard Cohen's classic.. Suzanne... last stanza when he mentions garbage ans seaweed.. my mind saw Sandpipers Calling to each other.. I always listen to songs to when I write or paint.. I should admitt I'm a fucked up prison.. lot of childhood trauma.. My Muse makes me write about that pain..
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