Out of the Ashes . . .

So you say
only birds gather
to crow and cackle,
perched on wires
their party line?

Yet I see
humans wearing blinders
crowing the party line,
trying to keep their perch.

My hope?
I sense winds shifting,
see phoenix regain strength
poised to regenerate
and soar again in truth.


Written for Misky’s Twiglet #181: so you say. Photo from pixabay.com


6 thoughts on “Out of the Ashes . . .

  1. Dwight L. Roth June 27, 2020 / 4:11 pm

    What a great metaphor you have here! I love it. By the way, I am old enough to remember the party line telephone at our house!


  2. Misky June 27, 2020 / 5:27 pm

    This one has wings to fly!


  3. adda July 1, 2020 / 8:01 am

    <3… memories and future all wrapped in one


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