Friday, June 17, 2011



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".


Anonymous 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. :)