Alliteration, or metaphor?
“I shall” or “I will”?
Perhaps an image drawn from nature?
‘A twisted cheery tree, still pouring
it’s sweet, watered blood pink.
From black spine of wood-‘
From whence was that cry?
That cry of mournful Mother’s tears
and shaking, black, funeral gowns.
I will bring my poem to them!
I will cover these wounds,
dry tears and give pain lasting wounds
from words- just words: my sword.
I place the sonnet at caskets’ feet:
soak up like shroud the tears-
they seep through and break the page?
another then- the same.
I give the source, the weeping family
a poem named for them. But the words dull. They read in drull voice the words.
I look at my poetry:
The ink twists in dropping blood
from child’s body raised from mud.
The salty sea of hopeless tears
erode and break through-
and fall on those I wrote to protect
from the storm.
What are the point of these words?
What can a page bind?
This pen does not slay the dragon-
Life. Merely records tragic history.