The Sounds Of Woe Poem by Robert Rorabeck
The Sounds Of Woe
Slow down the sounds of woe,
The jet planes sleeping in the snow,
While the unending light cuts the yard in two,
In a Siamese twin the mailmen knew,
While all of the flowers bloomed and grew,
And I stepped outside to remember you,
In a wind tunnel world the snow flakes fall
And the sounds of woe kiss them all.
Monday, May 24, 2010
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5/14/2024 12:43:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Such a sad little poem - a jewel of wistful longing.