Desolation, by Ken Gierke
Rock and snow my prison cell
Stranded in the midst of beauty
Blue waves and sky no consolation
Thoughts of rescue from this desolation
Now as distant as a passing ship,
With its snapping sails
A faint syncopation
Against the murmur of swans
Taunting me from afar
The freedom of their aerial maneuvers
Bringing only profound sadness
Each passing day
The spark of hope dimmer
Ken Gierke was forty before he found the need to write poetry, but even then he was pressed for the time needed to focus. Retirement has given him that, as well as a different perspective on life, which has come out in his poetry, primarily in haiku and free form verse. More of his work can be found athttps://rivrvlogr.wordpress.com/
10/22/2018 08:40:57 am
Thank you for publishing my poetry, Lorette.
12/11/2018 11:16:09 am
This is a great poem. I loved the feel of the snapping sails and the freedom of the murmur of Swans in contrast to the captive isolation.
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