In days of poetry, fools
Gather to bring order
To entropic endeavors
Lost between the greens
Growing peace and greens
Bleeding lives, happiness
Reigns within the limits
Of sequential times
And the shackles of space
But oh poet, oh fool,
Whose tomorrow, whose
Capacity are set adrift.
Copyright © 2014 Shainbird. All rights reserved.
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Hello! Missed you…and this is a powerfully cutting poem, first entry for NaPoWriMo? Hope so I enjoy reading your efforts. 😉
Loved it…I have always had admiration for your work, but some things just have to be explained with one word…Love. Ann
Great to see your poetry again, Shainbird!
Thanks for sharing your thoughts on this blog! 🙂