"coveres" poems
Doctor,
mask with a long bird's beak
looking like a horn,
checks out
what's hidden under
the grotesque version of
scales, that colorful and
wiggly fishes own
- abscesses.
A green-eyed girl
face still frozen
from the horror of the plague.
Doctor takes a deep breath
coveres the patient,
who sometimes was called -
he can't say it
but still feels the first time
when she was on his
protective lap and she cried
like the world was too
big to handle in the first day.
Now, The Doctor
feels the world is
too cruel to handle
in their last days.
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
*The little eyes, they sparkle in the silver moon that dances in the Heavens
The little eyes of the little children that will forever live in the snow coveres woods that will always be lost
But from the little eyes of the little children stream golden tears that stain the white floor of the forest.
With their little hands they wipe the golden tears that fall and stain
They do not fall for the sadness deep in their hearts, golden hearts, the hearts that have been beating far longer than yours or mine
They fall for the happiness that flows high in the Heavens in the silver moon
The silver moon that flows with streams of with matalic white, giving life to the little children with little hands that wipe golden tears that stain the white forest floor*
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 6:29 PM UTC