Friday, September 16, 2011

THUNDER CAN BE HEARD

As we sit around
licking our wounds,
waiting for the
the next shoe to drop.

Thunder can be heard.

It's as if the world
has moved on
and left us to muddle
around
in our own little
make believe worlds.

There is a song
about this,
sung by the wind.

The song
has no words.

And the melody
smells of death.









2 comments:

  1. A depressing read on a grey morning- let's hope the world cheers up before nightfall?! :)

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  2. Hello, Jinksy. This old world could certainly use some good cheer. Hard not to become depressed, watching the news....

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