Friday, July 22, 2011

Dove Gray Morning

I'm currently working on a story for a friend; meanwhile, I will share a poem I wrote in 2004. I cut out headlines, phrases, and words from a newspaper and used the words to create this poem.


Dove Gray Morning

Problems break through a peaceful world of crisp blue color.
Psychotic nightmares sneak up
like a cruel and crippling ambush,
turning a complex, fast environment into a dusty stretch of wasteland.
Constant touching contaminates scores of victims,
killing them with ravaging infections.
Conquerors force survivors
into dirty deeds, shameless scams, and immoral secrets.
Strained, complicated, and sometimes stormy emotions blaze
forth from the bruised and battered hostile atmosphere.
Love, loyalty, and reliability steadily erode into the earth
and fade away.
Feelings of fear and uncertainty about the future explode
into meaningless chatter and laughter
to keep from crying in this tragic world.
No one will protect you from the brutal truth.
No one cares if you live or die in the dove gray morning.