The Hills and Somewhere After

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Open Poetry #46

The Hills and Somewhere After

Tomer
Senior Member

since 2002-06-28

Posts 1168
Michigan

0 posted 2010-07-11 06:27 PM

They looked onward with hopeless eyes,
The way the fallen do when their last
Sips of water can no longer surmise
The feeling of their lips
Against the cold, brittle night

As they shared the hostel,
One by one, a ceiling -10 feet high,
Around the sides of each door
Around the dreams of the heaven scorn,

They dreamt of another time,
Where their shadows would
Be that of a kings rich title,
And their clothes would
Catch the eye of the boutiques down the isle.

They kept searching for a silent night
Where their words could be heard
Along the spacious, inescapable night.
Their thoughts trembled
Like the aches of their stomach

As the channels of the river flew
In the back of their minds,
The back of grandiose thoughts
Of being rich and soulful
Beyond the everyday sacrifice of the working people.

But here they stood
With their children latching for air,
Reaching for food
As the kitchen cupboards resembled an island so empty
Only the sky could submit that they were still there.

It was a boat and a dream,
A chance to be
On the other side of the restless heat,
A chance to see another sight
Besides the long winded farm
That their grandparents worked on.

It was the dream,
And that in itself
Will always be remembered.

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