i was taken by the picture featured “wind and sun on the roof top” by John Sloan as it took me to where my heart wanted to be.

Roof top #ekphrastic.

Prompted by merrildsmith at #dversepoetspub.

Windy roof top calls,

Relief from mayhem below,

Wind whipping bed sheets,

High above the chaos of war.

Radio switched off,

To the squall I listen,

Replacing news of death,

The wind hiding my tears.

Here at roof top retreat,

The wind blows away my cries,

Of despair at the news,

That man cannot get along.

I ask the Wind on roof top,

As I hang out my sheets,

Why is man his own hunter?

The wind of war rages, it is just the wind.

I whisper to the roof top wind,

Let us have peace,

For now, and forever,

Hoping it finds others murmurs,

Turning into bellows of love over hate.

© 01/03/2022 rogleach