By the River of Cassandra
By the River of Cassandra,
Where dreams live on tall trees,
The sky meets blood streams,
In rain, allies are found.
By the River of Cassandra,
Blood of bulls flow at the altar,
The thunder and lightning cackle,
Like a predator against a cattle.
By the River of Cassandra,
Pity is eroded by scarred bravery,
The earth quakes at misery,
Tears twinkle as stars.
By the River of Cassandra,
When the moon and sun collide,
The mountains refuse to be hiked,
The grass remains marked.
By the River of Cassandra,
The dawn breaks on the new born,
In a pouch, two does and one buck,
Breast milk and veggies builder of body strands.
By the River of Cassandra,
Ice wind sweeps through the planet.
It is okay. It reminds me of the Biblical Poem 'By the Rivers of Babylon...
ReplyDeleteSo, Welldone.
There's something about employing repetitions in poetry, it triggers my interest. Beautiful one��
ReplyDeleteNice one here. I like the rhymes and the metaphor. Bravo
ReplyDeleteThe poem endeavors to believe that anything is possible..
ReplyDeleteAmazing is the feeling.. I had having read through the poem
ReplyDeleteI love the theme of unlimited possibilities in this beautiful poem. It has a new way of bringing dreams alive.
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