Depth Unknown Poem by Geoff Warden

Depth Unknown

Rating: 5.0


Trees rustle through a darken forest,
air has made an about face to chill,
The ground, once solid, like thicken clay,
a voice, shouting, once silent and still.

The ever changing motion of calamity,
once again changes direction of speech,
solitude of sincerity, a voice of past,
change of guard like change of loyalty.

My king, what has happened in thine court,
tooth and nail, a wildcat has been free,
too and fro....vengeance be it's hold,
yet thou hath concern of what be..

My Brother, hath thy turn thy back,
the kings court do thee not see,
raging blood spilt of hands,
with the darkness of sorcery.

My Sister, doth thou hide thy face,
thy kin has fallen, touch of grace,
look upon the court yard of home,
that love and laughter use to roam.

Reach to sky, two hands of thine,
for thy strength, look to yonder hills,
deep in soul, hold onto what's known,
for only you run your own home..........

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Original Unknown Girl 11 October 2006

Fabulous Geoff! I wish I could write in this style, conjures up images of days gone by...... Very Good indeed! HG: -)

0 0 Reply
Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr 05 October 2006

Man's home is his castle, indeed, Sir G.....Whether it be yonder hills or window sills a nice piece G! '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Geoff Warden

Geoff Warden

London Ontario Canada
Close
Error Success