Quatrain
Sounds of
Sorrow
I pass the
weeping willow,
wondering for whom it cries.
Could it be for all God’s children
falling like stars in the sky?
I hear the sound of blowing wind,
wondering for whom it moans.
Could it be for all God’s children
who must wander with no home?
I hear the sound of the lonely wolf,
wondering for whom it howls.
Could it be for all God’s children
who must sleep with empty bowels?
I hear the sound of the church bells,
wondering for whom they toll.
Perhaps they toll to remind all God’s children
to do the good deeds they were told.
This poem was first
published by Poetic Hours in November of 2007
Ekphrastic
Poetry: Bernard Gieske, US and Julee M. Hutchinson, US:
Summer Storm Lifting
Bernard Gieske,
US and John Michael Carter, US—Ekphrastic
Poem: Morning Has Broken
Bernard
Gieske, US and John Michael Carter, US—Ekphrastic
Free Verse: Paper and Silk
Bernard Gieske, US, and Ted Polomis, US—Ekphrastic
Free Verse: Cat's in the Cradle
Bernard Gieske, US, and Ted Polomis, US—Ekphrastic
Couplets: Fire Sale
Bernard Gieske, US and Oliver Vernon, US—Ekphrastic
Free Verse: The Flood
Bernard Gieske, US and John Pototschnik, US—Ekphrastic
Poem: Rhymed Couplets: Silence
Poem This Picture—Free Verse: Soaring In The Blue
Little Black Book: Free Verse:
If What, river
