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Dying tree in a desert is like a lighthouse

as dreams crash against it, rain falls onto
a secret police man's glass eye reflecting
fire, burning floors collapse in buildings in
the village a pregnant woman and her son
have to leave-the moon rests on a track
as a train containing sacks of grain passes
them on there journey.
Soil whispers to seeds, words on a page plead
to an unborn baby for comprehension, rain drops
freeze on a glass eye, conflicts cling to the earth,
ringing echoes linger-an Irish famine. Wishes are
refined as migrants gather to create new communities,
their pens are learning to speak a new language that
cannot be silenced -that of the land.
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5 hours ago, eclipse said:

 words on a page plead
to an unborn baby for comprehension, 


What a great line!

Hi Barry,  I'll have to come back to this, it is going to take me a while to "get it".  Your first stophe, while having some interesting images, made no sense to me. The images seem disconnected like that of a dream.    The second strophe is more cohesive and has a consistent focus.

Fascinating imagery as always.


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