Friday, June 17, 2011

Wrecks

Lookout

Piles of broken
bricks and metal
beams, smokey
remnants of a dead
fire, rusted

pieces sticking
out pleading for
one more chance
to be useful; one

ash-white dove
perched atop
a twisted
fire escape ladder

watches the skies
for hawks.


Inspired by Sxethang's photo "Upstairs Lookout".

4 comments:

cindyeksuzian said...

broken dreams nestle in the latent voice of our spirit getting up the courage to soar. Wow, this is what you gave me in this poem. What a beautiful read! Cindy

Ravenblack said...

Thanks for sharing your thoughts from reading this one, Cindy. :)

Fred said...

very well done. really like the continuity between stanzas and how the imagery carries the reader with its flow:)

Ravenblack said...

Thanks for your comment, Fred. :)