Black Cloud Poem by Eric Cockrell

Black Cloud

Rating: 2.7


dont pray for me
like i'm a photograph
in black and white
turned yellow by time...

like i'm a field already worked,
my crops already picked...
now baked by the sun,
rows lost in dry dust.

like i'm the bones of death,
left in the path of famine...
the muffled cries of the dying
heard no more!

look up! i am the black cloud
on your horizon... heavy with
thunder and rain....
i am the coming winter...

i will bring the spring!
i am the eyes that saw
to take the picture...
i am the hands that touched it...

and brought it to life!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Terence George Craddock 02 September 2011

The beauty and elegance of your poetry is honed upon perceptive universal wisdom. These words are deeply ground in the seasons of life. Wonderful verse.

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