White tin sky

..it was the vision that beset him
of pure turquoise and sand
the scent of wildflowers along the bay
O! but what wretched destiny had bound him
to these rocks and crevices
to abide with the carrion and larch along the timberline

Yet the vision held
held in the crucible of his existence
And he prayed for merciful deliverance
deliverance under the white tin sky..
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Dec 2017
About this poem:
practicing some prose, hope all are well.

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K_Ann_70
Very nice, Oceanzest and welcome back! thumbs up
Oceanzest
Thanks K!guitar
Happychatty1
Intriguing poem..love the vision ..that’s beautifully sounds idyllic handshake applause
Happychatty1
Sounds beautiful ...
Oceanzest
thanks Happy.. yeah works for me :)
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