Guest posting Poetry

CALLING HEAVEN

calling heaven

my lyre has lost her melodic tune

to the murmurs, making earth

a home to being alive,

my soul has his lustful tales

over days I breed on this mold

and I; welcome these strings

calling heaven to ease me

in the isle of men…

will home in see the tears inside

the vacuum of mother earth, and

insense me the preparatory song

will I play to, before heaven

befall the wrinkleless age?

shallow strings awaiting heaven

before I age…

©Natur’s Pictur N’quill 2017.

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Hi, welcome to Friday,  it’s weekend again. The week was in too much haste this time. Our poem today is Calling Heaven. We hope you enjoyed every bit of it? Together, we are keeping the muse alive. Don’t forget you can send us your poems for features as well. Do have a fulfilling weekend.  

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