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:
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
Thanks for sharing your thoughts from reading this one, Cindy. :)
very well done. really like the continuity between stanzas and how the imagery carries the reader with its flow:)
Thanks for your comment, Fred. :)
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