Poem -
Sawing + Clawing
be the devil a feral thing?
and of late I fancy... angels too,
indiscriminate in their tearings
and pickings
the sawing and clawing
of soft things in two
and only a mortal to say it's not
so
that inside me resides high
a god I might know
and i...too poor in spirit to believe
this is true
so mayhap a feral thing
hides in me too
M P 8/10/22
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Just brilliant! How many of us have questioned and felt like this. How unjust it all can feel. Such a dark yet real write x
I think none of us feels like this Gwen...we trust...not really questioning anything untill the worst thing in the world happens. Then and only then do we question that we ever trusted at all. I suspect, sadly, you know all about this too...hugs 💖
Just incredible 😍
Thanks so much Greg x
What a cracker you have poemed and left for us here ..
You are indeed a wild thing M ..
And we love you for it ..
So even when the day is pants,
Remember that why don't cha x
Aw...moved to tears here with your lovely verse...thankyou 💖
I think we are all feral but we are taught not to show it, though at certain times there is no mistaking it. Gods and angels and demons are all part of this wild, feral world x
They are and it is easy to get confused as to who is who sometimes...fairy tales say good and evil is black and white, personally I think everything is a shade of saddest grey. Thanks so much for taking the time love xx
Shades of grey ...that is it exactly xx