Contact us at: whispernthunder1@gmail.comGONE and GONE
The poets are gone
Buried under sword and shield
Buried under a thousand years of snow and ice
Their songs of love and death
On parchment, slim and frail
Ragged and torn, blowing in a dark wind
No one remembers their names
Where did they come from
Where they lived
Or if they lived at all
Names are only a whisper in their dreams
Only a friggin in the early light of dawn
Only a fish jumping in water at dusk
Kings and jesters howled at their cries of war
Their cries of love lost and regained
Soon, only the moon and the sun remain
The voices of the wise drift from trunk to branch
And down into the bowels of hell
Lying on a balcony in Hades
Drowning in the current of Styx
Euripides and Simon slay those left to sing
Those whose dreams would not die
The poets and the bards
Striving to climb the ladder of Jacob
Shifting to balance on a stairway to heaven
Clawing the eyes out again and again
Shedding the cloth of animals long dead
Tearing at the hair and hands of life itself
The lights of the homes are going out
The bridge is closing
The geese are south as south they can go
The cats and the bears lean into the wind
The soul of many
Have not been seen
Have not been heard
There was no God
There was no heaven
The angels were not real
The trumpets did not blow
The chariots did not fly
The earth never was
The race of man
Was the only dream
He sat and wondered
Why is it
I am left
I am no one
I am nothing
I am death
I am life
There were none before me
There will be none after
Only a story
Only a poem
Kiss your bird
Touch the clouds
But do not dare to look
Do not dare to see
For it may be the soul
Who has come for you
Forget the poets
Forget the bards
Life is nothing
We are nothing.
~ RP Leith
Willful Ignorance
I once had a friend
That never knew
Anything
Of
Current events
“The news just
Brings me down.
It’s easier to live a
Joyful life
Without knowing what
Is going on
Around the
World.”
So instead of knowing
About
Climate change
Deforestation
Drought
Police brutality
Settler colonialism
Or
Anything
That didn’t
“Mesh” with their vibe
They just ignored it
I don’t know how
I was surprised
That they
Ignored
The mass death
The multiple genocides
On different continents
It’s much easier to
Turn off the news
It’s easier to
Turn off your phone
It’s easier to look
Away
It’s easier to stay
Willfully
Uninformed
But then again
They do say
Ignorance
Is
Bliss
~ V. Hanway
Winged
brewers blackbird
shiny white eyes
limping to me
watching
waiting
water
seeds
peanuts
set near
she rested
white eyes on me
giving her
space
she drank
ate
disappeared
her eyes
called me
night fell
morning
dew lay
quiet
no disturbance
no feathers
lost
grateful hearts
they followed me
through the yard
mockingbirds
doves
cardinals
robins
standing on the
fence
watching
across the street
crow sat
perched high
watching over
us
white eyes
sent a
message
crow
answered
in kind
heartfelt
~ Orannhawk