On A Mountaintop Poem by David Whalen

On A Mountaintop



Rivulet of red
Cold hard stone

Sharp smell of cordite
Glint of moon on bone

Eerie quiet
Uncaring sky

Unseeing eyes pleading
Not knowing why

Unmailed letter
Unneeded pen

Words from memory
Read over and over again

Shadow shrinking from daylight
Warm rays flood the ground

Birds sing sweetly… indifferently…
No one hears their sound

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David Whalen

David Whalen

Covington Kentucky
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