Friday, May 2, 2008

The Weeping


Pewter skies
pregnant with moisture
pouring forth
acid tears
ever weeping
for her beloved
Mother Earth
shuddering with
the unchecked
virus of humanity


copyright sherry obsheatz

10 comments:

paisley said...

hi WR, i am paisley,, you are now in the same poetry group as i am from PWB,, so i thought i would drop in and see whats going on over here... your blog itself is luxuriously beautiful,, and what i have read of your poetry thus far is very endearing... i want to go read a few more... just thought i would say hello.....

Crafty Green Poet said...

I like 'pewter skies' and the last four lines are all too sadly true...

wordcrafter said...

Beautiful WR, those pewter skies pregnant with moisture... shuddering unchecked. Though, maybe we are less a virus, than just plain imperfect.

Marianne H. Nielsen said...

A lovely poem and I particularly liked your use of alliteration in your first three lines.

Nicely done.

June said...

"Pewter skies" ...those words describe the looming sky before a storm so well. Loved this piece.

Geraldine said...

So sad, so true, so perfectly expressed. Glad I stopped in via Poets Who Blog.

I love your header, absolutely gorgeous.

www.mypoeticpath.wordpress.com

DaisyBug said...

This is a very visual piece - very enjoyable! Thanks!

SunShine said...

This is so profound and with such few words....

Beloved Dreamer said...

Your web site and name is lovely. How true are these unhappy words!

love-bd

one more believer said...

...i can hear the soft dream/drum beats in the background... reminds me of american indian poetry/music...