When the demands of time
were less required
mortals marvel
at heaven downy carpet
aside perfectly blended open walls
of lapis, indigo and azure.
Birds serenade in pre dawn.
Aromatic wildflowers sail on air.
Ready or not here I come.
Children shout in laughter.
When the day is done
under the moon
a chorus of crickets
take us to pillowy dreams.
When the demands of time
were more required
mortals cringe
high risers in the view
dark clouds of gloom.
Cars race on black top.
Aggressive horns beep.
Jack hammers hammer
and metal plates crash.
Sirens wail, children fight.
Gun blast and bodies fall
TV’s shouting lies
And the night mares
The night mares
Wake us through the night.
K.Wilhelmina Floria 1/2013
Very well said, Kim 🙂
Thanks Celestine.
Thank you Celestine.
Written with intensity, Kim, and it would be nice for the nightmares to cease! Hugs!
Yes for the world. Thanks for reading Lauren.
The crazy traffic is always a nightmare.
Yes it is.
Oooh, Kim…. The sounds of the darkened wall surround me. Oh, it is just life…!
Yes a sad world we live in and call life.