From The North

building

———————

Metal spitting fingers

reach out from the nexus…

stretching gently

 and looking for a friend…

One to stand beside…

One to offer support…

wrapping around and around

to hold close…

and caress..

with steely ear whispers

floating on the iron breeze…

softly…

oh so softly…

slicing inside

and traveling down a sanguine stream…

to brighten the world

with fire licks

that melt the surroundings…

reforming the area..

into a place

much more accepting

to the unique…

and the special…

who would have no

trouble recognizing

the worth…

of one tired sentry…

standing rusted in the

corner…

of a lonely field..

well to the north…

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David L. Whitman 09/08/2013 found this post interesting

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22 thoughts on “From The North

  1. A bit sad poem. Reach out for a friend in this cold metal world. This pic is nice and scary. It feels like it will suck in everything what passes by not just the clouds but entire world.

  2. slicing inside

    and traveling down a sanguine stream…

    to brighten the world

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    You always bring happiness to the world of poetry and your audience.

    I like this perspective of yours a lot sir. 🙂

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