Wednesday, April 6, 2011

POEM: "Fukushima"

Fukushima


God gives you the feeling
Not the words
You've got to find the words
By yourself

How often have words left me
Left me a husk of feeling
Rough like a coconut graveyard
Still looking up and reeling
At a sky developing more blue

When there is actually nothing
Of the graveyard or the blue
When there is actually no point
Dreaming there is any way through
Occasionally I admit there is you.


© 2011 Rob Schackne

2 comments:

  1. Not only the words but the way one says them ... this seems to me beautifully said. I like the effects of the unusual rhymne scheme.

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