where is the quiver and where is the bow consigned to the fire consumed by the snow where is the bird and where is its cage destroyed in the grip of fury and rage where is the laughter and where are the tears cold in the ashes encumbered with fears where are the answers and where is…
where is the quiver
and where is the bow
consigned to the fire
consumed by the snow
where is the bird
and where is its cage
destroyed in the grip
of fury and rage
where is the laughter
and where are the tears
cold in the ashes
encumbered with fears
where are the answers
and where is the quest
lost in the riddles
unanswered at best
where is the heart
and where is the home
sunken in silence
engraved in the stone
The use of rhyme in poetry requires two things: the ability to use it well, and courage. You appear to have both. Well done. I enjoyed this and look forward to reading more of your writing.
Ooh, very good. I liked how this had its own beat.
wow! I love this one! Seriously, this one is among best of your poems. When I thought to pick some lines that I liked most, I couldn’t. Well, I liked whole poem, each sentence and every word.
Keep going…..
Bless You!
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