The universe drops rain to communicate with the terrestrial inhabitants.
Using a multidimensional language to enlighten us about the nature
surrounding our inheritance...
Wash your hands in the rising falls at the end of the Earth.
While we await the tremendous rise and fall of the scales of our worth.
Sharpen your scythes for the jungles of human nature are dense.
Close your eyes and allow your mind to see beyond what makes sense.
Watch as proud ghosts emerge from the saddened mist.
Whispering wisping wishes originally written as hieroglyphs.
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Kale Bova
Author | Poet | Dog Dad | Nerd
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I First Saw Him
When I first saw him sitting on the wall, relaxed and looking out over the water, I was sure he wasn't a local. Not including children, there are only about 250 or 300 of us in this area full-time, though that number is ten-fold in the summer, and I know everyone at least by sight or by family resemblance. And yet, the way he sat looked familiar and started my mind sorting and discarding among the families I knew, not quite like this one, not quite like that one.
By Natalie Wilkinson7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Superb! Great use of rhyme and alliteration. Loved the lines “Using a multidimensional language to enlighten us about the nature surrounding our inheritance...”