Walk in the shadow of the lamb

Help the poor,
Those in need,
The walls are but memory void of fantasy.

The simple minded,
Sit and stir,
Lacking a view of horizon.

God forbid,
He came to be,
The palace of the unforeseen.

Be good to the world!
The feathers of a chicken,
Cook me up something sweet.

Gathering in delapitated circles,
The shunned and soon to be,
Dying in misery.

The sanctity of water,
Touched by those without drowning,
PRETEND FOR ME.

◄ Fantasia and african islands

Comments

Profile image

adrian metcalf

Fri 16th Aug 2019 05:04

Thank you so much for your comment rose 😃

Profile image

Rose Casserley

Mon 12th Aug 2019 15:23

very nice to see you and your lovely face and poetry back on Adrian. As to the poem I say, hear hear!







Rose 💋

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message