Poetry – Cathie Tonkins' Creative Adventures

To The Victor

The sea is black with oil
Red blood flows on the sad
To the victor go the spoils
Of the ruined land.

Trees, the standing people. Leaves falling to the earth creating a snug winter blanket

Ancient building of Abraham
Cube enfolded in black
open to the heavens

Ocean pier
calm sea
summer sun
fishing poles

I was looking through, everything I knew, to find a few, of the forsaken ones.

Fishing is waiting. Fishing is stillness and being in a beautiful place.

The Circle of my life moves around too fast. In youth, lazy revolution.