Bill Yates Poet Free verse

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They Have No Hands

There is a labyrinth 
which draws the mind.
There is a maze
running through the corn.
Even the crow is pensive.
There is a certain derision
coming out of the chaff.
Cattle are calling with their eyes;
their eyes are full of sorrow.
They would sing the day-song,
strum a tune,
but they have no hands.

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Peter Lewis Holmes November 29, 2015 at 6:16 PM You conjure beauty from words Bill....an inspiration to us all...thanks...Peter. Bill Yates November 30, 2015 at 12:57 PM Why thanks.

Catherine Labeau May 8, 2015 at 7:55 PM great seeing the eyes of cows you made me smile and I thank you

Skat A May 3, 2015 at 8:43 PM Bill, Congratulations on having your poem featured this week. SKAT love

Poet Destroyer A May 3, 2015 at 7:51 PM Bill, Dropped by to say hi and congratulate you on having your poem selected by Soup's Administration. This is a wonderful poem to have featured on the homepage. ~Always & Forever~ LINDA Bill Yates May 3, 2015 at 8:58 PM How does one encounter a featured poem? Are you part of the admin.?

Leo Larry Amadore April 25, 2015 at 9:58 AM Is there, indeed, order in disorder, meaning in apparent chaos? What is the truth behind the lie, the act of will behind the lack of involvement? I enjoyed reading your poem. Bill Yates April 25, 2015 at 12:43 PM It is interesting to know what you got out of that poem. I felt good about it after I wrote it, more so than many others.