They Grow From Tears

a scene in a world that exists in my head. Welcome.

The salvaged setting looks
to the adoring eye
like a graveyard
in time each corpse
had erupted into late tears
and watered the many seeds of
murder and unjust fear
that had been planted there
brains were uprooted by a silent wind
caused by winged monsters' slow stirring
summoning scarlet thorns to rise
twisting on tendrils snaking
little sisters to that which
granted Jack passage to the Heavens
choking the atmosphere in the claws
of the dead, the sad
shredding the world to swallows
pinning pale-faced monsters to red ground
wings useless as the forest
of thorns grows with tears
of new arrivals bullying eachother
into playing hangman in the boughs
shadows dripping darker barbs
'till law do its part and
crying becomes crime.

Reviews

[nicolettox]

this is indeed a beautifully written poem! I'm very pleased I looged in the cafe after so long - this poem is superb!
you really know how make things dark.

these lines are my favourite. excellent imagery!

in time each corpse
had erupted into late tears
and watered the many seeds of
murder and unjust fear
that had been planted there

thank you!

[Coyote Poetry]

Strong visions create by powerful statements. Sometimes our minds are filled with terror and fear. Can block the good in our world. The poem got stronger and you went into may places with your words. I enjoyed the complete poem. A very good ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote

[dreaming dame]

Pain. I kept thinking of Frank