My poem, “Found“, is now up at the October issue of The Shine Journal. 


Twilight- a poem


By Melissa L. Webb

Into what?

Whose thinking splashed into the beyond?

One was not skeptical, back where same mattered.

Birds sent empty ministries.

And all water voiced a trace of advantage.

Will morning happen?

Looking at you, terrified.

Worlds scraping time, splintered powder of wisdom.

A thousand glimpses from the same story,

yet moral anger unfolds.

Mankind considers its course, helplessly blundering beneath the end.

Champions just walk about the aftermath, rocking silently inward.

Great marking etched in stone, pay homage to prehistoric fires,

Everlasting eternal.

We must survive loudly in this twilight.

©2010 Melissa L. Webb