When lightning lights up the sky,
All the babes in the bone-yard cry;
They've seen their mothers still on earth
And wonder why they were given birth.
When lightning strikes the very trees,
It shakes and rattles the bones of these
Orphans of some eternal night,
Hid from loving arms- and light.
When lightning rushes to the ground,
And deep inside their graves, goes down,
It starts their wan hearts; one more beat-
But still can't wake them from their sleep.
You poem has a lovely use of words. Words are all we poets have and yours are good. Orphans of some eternal night - very powerful. Thanks for sharing.10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can feel the lightning strike. You paint a clear picture with words.