Through bars of engine roars, a tiny chirp; <br />The early breath of day, slowly haled within usurp; <br />Even more than a physical hunger have we, <br />Poets to sate the inner gnawings become thee; <br />Silent watchful ones in searching introspection, <br />Like flowers innately beautiful from creation; <br />A song sings of the dawn, to a sleep muted cloud; <br />Resonating in spurts of motor vehicles loud; <br />Autumn winds of the warm Atlantic storm, <br />As the season deepens becomes the norm; <br />The turbulent swing of terrorism too, remember; <br />As the flames of candle light outlive the ember; <br />Healing willed in life cycles, the loss and the pain; <br />Respect for life in peace to gain <br />Morning dew crafts a jewel on the leaf of life, <br />Promised to an end of strife; <br />Tease for an appetite of life anew; <br />But din of callous disrespects eschew, <br />A kind of man, a species he, <br />Determined not to live in harmony; <br />For to love, is to yield power unto another; <br />From a field vast and wide an in coming zephyr, <br />Tosses and tumbles from a soundless bundle, <br />Of experiences drafted like a Milky Way trundle, <br />Willed to the spirit of motion without rhythm; <br />Life without love, without yielding, without a lesser; <br />Without colour, without a poem, without a flower; <br />Motion, movement, sway, wind, debris <br />A musical score; engine roar and chirpy chirpy.<br /><br />Gillena Cox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/september-musings/