Broken Chain

Winds of change sing gently

Fearful of harsh discord

Lilting amid rolls of thunder

Distant drums from dark forest

In time with jagged screams

Broken chains trailing bare feet

Marching in grim accord

To fresh fields

Fertile with peaceful ore

Rich in color

Fruitful ground

Guardian of love’s bursting seed

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About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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6 Responses to Broken Chain

  1. This is elegant and refreshing!!!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Hi Phil!! Miss me? Ha! Great poem!

    Like

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