Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Poem-maybe? The Real World

Rain dots the surface
circle against broken circle
in a blue oval pool
leaves tremble at the touch of water
gray sky hovers like a tarnished tray
turned upside down
over a ruined picnic
inside the television reports
the war
dust covered soldiers
half a world away
thirst for home
drip sweat
circle against broken circle
in the ochre sand

3 comments:

jute said...

It's wonderful how you portray two contrasting landscapes and manage to hit the common theme between the two.

DB said...

there are so many more things we have in common than in which we differ. It all depends on the eyes of the seer.

Karen said...

I like it