Sadness With The Morn
by Agnes Clarke
The darkness of the morn depicts the day
Skeleton trees abysmal forms their abstract art display
Black crows weave flapping wings a vortex vociferous in their cry
Do they know the hurt within my heart’s plaintive sigh
While eyes red sore and hurting shed a river of such pain
As salty tears cascade and flow to lips licked dry in vain
Closed eyes recall in memory that day he came my way
With cry of desperation beneath the hedge he lay
Sad and lonely soft and warm cradled in my arms so tight
A little scrap of black fur with green eyes oh so bright
My friend and confident through years he gave love from the start
Now boundless grief and sadness reigns while loneliness imparts
Writers Bio
I am a retired housewife and grandmother of Jacob and Jesse
I have been writing poetry for quite a few years
I enjoy the challenge of writing my verse especially from pictures
I live in Lisburn N Ireland and have been married to John for 50 years
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