it is strange to part ways
while the storm is still brewing;
look closely,
and the face of the earth
will appear
to be trembling.
time flies
and the predator
always catches
the prey ~
after all,
he is driven
by hunger;
fuel to his needs.
will we be remembered
for our lack of words?
or will we die,
half-buried in the mud
while the predator
feasts
on our twitching bones?
Miriam, this is wonderful– captures the cruel beauty of it all.
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thank you! π
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I really enjoyed this poem. It is brief, but it has a very deep point.
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glad you enjoyed and thanks for the visit π
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deep…
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i really liked this M
– hope you are well π
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thank you! hope you are, too!
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This woman can write.
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awh thank you π
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