"unberable" poems
Six months of unberable heat
and dry stubble have taken its toll,
The weak have perished,
strong survived and
heards have been culled
Wildlife in the throngs of death,
in anticipation of the forth coming rain,
huddle under dreary trees-
that loom above the coarse harsh terrain,
Clouds wildly swoop in to cover the bright sky-
frantically diminishing the presence
of the scorching sun's rise
Clouds pregnant with hope burst open
to the rumble of thunder,
Lightning dominating, illuminating
announcing the birth of new born water
The Savanna is in finally in her high season...
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 3:52 PM UTC
Don't be upset I didn't
wave back
when you saw
me today.
For I no longer see faces
only shadows-
indistingiushable
from eachother.
Drifting
through melancholy days
enduring
unberable conversations
with empty faces.
Four years ago
was the last time
I even saw my own...
Amazing how
when you're no longer
met
with your own
reflection,
You begin to foregt
who you are.
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 6:47 PM UTC