Mercy
This puzzled crust
of sun-scorched land
a fissured stillness
filling distance
where once wide rivers
rushed on by:
enough to make one
wonder why
these buoyant scenes
can sway to starkness
once glistening mirrors
rift and dimmed
with umbral dust
of life dispelled.
May skies rain mercy on this sight.
Come, pray for rain, however slight.
Mercy © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
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16 lines. Challenge prompt link:
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Submitted: June 13, 2019