
Watching walking leaves, across the street to windows gaze
Counting seconds, branching to their home unsaved
Wind on windows, pushing strong to get inside
Holding back the water, that's filling up my eyes.
Saving visions of color for tomorrow
The grey pushes strong into sorrow
Holding fast and falling slow
When can we go home again?
©2008 Greyshore
Very good!
Weather and mood and color coincide.
Seems to me that from 1500 miles away you reached the heart of every evacuee, stole their emotions and articulated them fantastically. I like the brevity of this piece, the best things always make you want more.
Write on, Greyshore.... This piece fits all victims of wind-driven calamity...beings I'm from Oklahoma, I thought of the many victims from this land-locked domain, who've seen...many times, the environment that plays out in your poem/lyric...
home oh to be covered in darkness again home oh for my light never to be seen home the black absorbes me home peace home no glory home no one home every one
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