The trouble is not
with the names of flowers
how to make fire
or find my way home
on a moonless night.
I dream
of the long walk
and the endless green river.
What happened to the frogs?
The sky
is bruised
above the blood-red sun.
I live among people
with three simple rules
do not kill birds
do not pee at the water-gathering place
and I can never remember the third.
Ray Sharp, Michigan, USA
4 poetry lovers:
Outstanding on three levels.... though I can't remember the third.
Nice work.
Interesting images and unanswered questions that make the reader want more... That's the way to leave it.
Thank you Fiddler and Gordon
bravo! i love the mood of the poem. have you read the book "Tribes: We need you to lead us" by Seth Godin? Just thought I'd share...
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