The war

Is it done 

the question begs across her hips

sliding up to close the shades 

amber slit of sun burns away

And sometimes you wake just barely enough 

to see it 

To feel the world trembling in her hands

counting footsteps to the floor

counting hours she grips at air and believes

this battle over everything 

where everything shivers to begin 

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

Hope never the war is a solution. Good poem 😂

[Perdition]

I couldn't agree more but what, if anything do you do with that creature hell-bent on a war where none exists? Strange the fates we find ourselves in at times..Thanks Arundass~

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

Dear, Perdition, love your poem War,
it is a momentum, you never know the place, or rate, :)
great write, Dear, -----Maynard

[Perdition]

Thank you Maynard..let's face it, we should at least know the rate by now..lol. I hope to God I never wake up that long again but I know I probably will..d****t! ;)

[1809 Black Plague December]

Aww so ever charming; please forgive, my words, but I hope it works out, and you have a favorable, and great love; :)

[Ken e Bujold]

and sometimes you wake ... just barely enough the central theme to everyman's life.

[Perdition]

Well, of course, you have to fall asleep first, but that’s a whole other subject therefore for another poem and quite frankly, I’m tired of the framing war… lol. Thanks again, and I’ll be back in time to check out another golden nugget of yours, but I have to make some phone calls first. Not to mention every time I read one of your poems. I stay up for a week studying every aspect of poetry possible because, well let’s face it you’re pretty damn good Ken!! A plethora of appreciations for now~

[light and ashes]

interesting write, my friend.

[Perdition]

Why thank you "LAA"...easier that's all..lol. Appreciated as always!!