Nematoda Posted May 22, 2009 face up at the ceiling. back held by gravity and earth. in this place without light we rest. its cramped yet you cant protest. the un-escapable smell of earth. the bonds to with your contract stands. the chains of time slowly un-bind. the haste of day stuggers slowsn, then stops. suddenly they rush back. your caught, breathles like an asthma attack. you struggle, but just cant bounce back. memories of home pull, as your drawn back. the lights fade it turns pitch dark. their feet move, they turn their backs. finally you can see through the dark. at lost for words you blur"oh god". you look up, you can see the measuring rod. a voice declares" six feet under is where your at" "dont panic your not alone" shocked your words are postponed then its says with a loud tone. "cant you see your finaly back home" Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted May 22, 2009 Where will you find the tallest grass over sun painted field, where moths clash and cancans mask caterpillar of past who in times through winter bloom at last to beautiful butterflies wrapped in color illuminate summer days and all the alleyways feathers ruffled from birds who struggle in twine of muffled farms & fisheries with no barring fences wood and knotted limps cuddle tree trunks, where children run in secret where hide outs and mud houses spawn wheat fields of memories past and present leaflets of different colors and exotic regions similar to the ethnic melting pot of near from seldom spoken words and spheres from cultures clashed as our dearest peers and where you ask might you find it hence it lies naked…Baaaack Hoooooome. Mr Duke...first and foremost WELCOME brother and secondly Thanks for sharing your beautiful poem with us...Thanks for the beautiful journey back home...please keep them coming Insha Allah. Peace, Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
