Tuesday, May 10, 2011


Fire, growing from the earth
the world is bleeding,
The silence, tip
into another space where
then peace.
no not now
The camel, smell, crisp ends where it got too close, to something
pungent, burnt hair
nothing but sand
white light
dark rain, seeps into the cracks, all the cracks
And go home.


Blogger the walking man said...

Come them home. all of them from every where.

5/12/11, 5:21 AM  
Blogger the walking man said...

blogger screwed EVERYBODY's work up yesterday. I rarely remove posts Elva.

5/14/11, 6:50 AM  
Blogger Echo said...

The walking man said ....

"Come them home. all of them from every where."

But Blogger lost his comment. I am reposting it as it touched me deeply, thanks walking man. Would but that could be.

5/16/11, 6:42 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Lovely poem

6/8/11, 8:17 AM  

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