They Have No Hands
Become a
Premium Member
and post notes and photos about your poem like Bill Yates.
My first book of poetry, DREAMS REWRITTEN, is available on line at Barnes & Noble. Check it out.
There is a labyrinth
which draws the mind.
There is a maze
running through the corn.
Even the crow is pensive.
There is a certain derision
coming out of the chaff.
Cattle are calling with their eyes;
their eyes are full of sorrow.
They would sing the day-song,
strum a tune,
but they have no hands.
Copyright © Bill Yates | Year Posted 2015
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment