Closer to The Tigers
Closer to the tigers
I steadfast my uncertainties
these telegrams speak
of the labyrinthine forest
and its tangled paths
They revved, they haunted
but I am brazened
by forlorn despondence
and in the trees, I whispered,
my tongue undulates
and spoke with seeing eyes
and the trees listened with temper
The leaves soughed and zithered
my message is cradled
but the sea is demented
with the blue rivulets on her veins
and the listening frost in her heart
The hounds of heaven barked
and jeopardized my struggle;
the distance opened like a mouth
yawning the weariness
and swallowing the hunger
poem by Norman Santos
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