Weather of war
poem by:
Robert Kohlhammer
Written
on Oct 21, 2017
By the saw of a pale sickle hewn pouring the creamy firmament cries spill over a milky temperate swoon skimming the surface of her torment Rippled skein of an arching bow River of frost on a moonscape glade Opium blooms with holly and mistletoe Casting the dye of her snow leopard spots Crystal pillars of halo and ice Lye dormant in her winter garden The veiled kiss of snow white Slowly thaws the bluff of a wintry dusting
Tags: Fear, Sad, Metaphor,
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Ja Ja commented on Oct 21, 2017 at 2:01pm
Transferring a thought
From quill to ink
Such eloquent words
To make us think
Thank you for stirring the mind
Frank Hornby .
commented on Oct 23, 2017 at 4:03pm
I like this poem....I can see the..."Rippled Skein of an arching bow,".....brilliant!......
