John W. McEwers

Veteran Poet - 1,178 Points (6/20/1980 / Nova Scotia, Halifax)

Burnt Umber - Poem by John W. McEwers

The earth, in all its giving glory
grows gashed and gory,
gorged on the ghosts
of goodwill.

The ground, in all its eternal empathy
enters an evening,
eagerly evoking evil
everyman ethos.

The color, in all its putrid simplicity
shows us all the truth
that everything burns
to the bitter
brown
base.

Topic(s) of this poem: love


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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 4, 2015



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