Answer Forty Seven Poem by Barry Middleton

Answer Forty Seven



I'm headed down river
and wherever I'm going
I'll know when I get there
if a warm wind is blowing

memory is a demon
that howls in an alley
beyond a black mountain
and down a lost valley

I know what it means
to climb in a nightmare
to an old oaken doorway
at the top of a dark stair

till the sun gently rises
and a rooster that crows
says the more that I think
the less my heart knows

and my only religion
is just too absurd
and flees the death cage
like a pale panicked bird

I'm headed down river
and wherever I'm going
I'll know when I get there
if a warm wind is blowing

Answer Forty Seven
Friday, February 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: lost,mystery,unknown
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