The Pale Dove

poem by: Clinton Strong
Written on Oct 21, 2015 

On days before,
the blood rained down. 

Foretold decrees, 
had finally run aground.

and with blackened wings,
of endless night,
the pale dove took flight.

On days after,
the silent voices sound.

Untold degrees,
walked across the ground.

and with memories held,
of blinded sight,
they sailed into the night.

 

Tags: sad, faith, metaphor, deep, dark,

Add Comment

 

More by Clinton Strong

...
Of Mexico

poem by Clinton Strong

Dawn is rising slow, In irradiated glow. Found among the mirage, of desert sands that bleed. A summer desert rose Of Mexico. As day begins to flow, lost inside of dreams. I wait for you to know, your heart belongs with me. ... Read more

...
The Secret Window

poem by Clinton Strong

If there's any place to witness grace, or graze seas of stars in outer space. summon into the attic room, the secret window. If you shall return to crescent moon, Please promise me you'll follow soon, Just outside the attic r... Read more