Poet Adolfo Caso Presents "White Cliffs" During National Poetry Month!

White Cliffs

The speaker's voice

a solo

above the crowd's whispering--

nonsense

a different levels

both, or all

telling

what has and needs be done,

while below

at the edge of the cliff

the water keeps on rolling in,

forming waves

                               older

than human consciusness.

The speaker's voice

a solo

above the whispers

The sea gulls fly by the window

dipping through the air

scanning waves

that bear the fruit;

and I wonder

whether it be better

to be a man

                              capable

of seeking food

and still be starved

or

the sea gull scanning the waves

and catch its fish.

Shared by Adolph (Adolfo) Caso

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