The Row

The Row

A Poem by Red Brick Keshner

`


There is maybe
in each burst of
energy, a product
of fanaticism filling

the air or the cities
when the limbs
of trees hail the
soldiers to the war.



Perhaps in each
bellow the burst
of energy produces
fanatic followers.

Perhaps in each
gust the rush of
wind uproots all
modicum of calm.

Perhaps in each
caterwaul the limbs
of protest raises
interjective receipt.

Each is a product
maybe without
hope of reprieve:
alone in time; Perhaps.


`
 

© 2008 Red Brick Keshner


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Red Brick Keshner
Red Brick Keshner

Brisbane, West Moreton, Australia



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My life is one poetic journey. If I am not reading or writing poetry, I simply live it. To me the experience of poetry should be such - to breathe it, create it, and receive it from poems and lives th.. more..

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