morning after gale

(Verse written as American sentences; each a 17-syllable rant)

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Puzzled robin perches on downed tree branch

next to nest of broken eggs.

Selfish force of storm has ripped potential life joy

from its safe sanctum.

Ravaged grove stands in stark silence except

for coo~coos of mourning doves.

 

7 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Victoria C. Slotto
    Jun 01, 2016 @ 16:47:08

    Lynn, these are so good, heartbreaking. Life is like that, though–quite fragile.

    Reply

  2. janicead
    May 30, 2016 @ 16:52:31

    I guess it is just nature’s way of keeping things in balance….

    Reply

  3. writerwannabe763
    May 29, 2016 @ 08:35:11

    So sad when that happens…. Your poem is lovely though. Diane

    Reply

  4. vronlacroix
    May 27, 2016 @ 09:39:18

    How cruel life can be.

    Reply

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