Tag: IPAD ART

In simple, suffering love

a man looks down, on all the world

  as empathetic tears drench cheeks that child-like,

  once had filled with laughter.

 

The shadows lengthen,

heighten the beam’s intersection,

as muscles, taut with strain crack, as a whip,

and feel the course of pain.

 

Finished? Is it finished?

But still the thunder grumbles

and lightning slashes dark and cloud.

     A drift of rain disperses yet a diminishing crowd.

© Andrew Pratt 2024