barbed the wires crossed
and i... and i...
shut up the inside, waiting
for the winter door
to swing wide open
so i fly
night against white
and stop making sense
to all who might listen
barbed the wires crossed
lacking transmission
wind strumming over snow
to bring out the singing
humming across the moors
building up the drifts
to blanket the whole
3 responses to “barbed the wires crossed”
Nice! Those last two lines in the first stanza…excellent.
Thanks, Bob. I’ve been stuck on this idea of babble somehow having value over wisdom. I don’t know. Hard to explain.
Sounds interesting. Looking forward to see you explore this idea.