Dark clouds in stormy sky

POEMS BY Tihana Skoric: Underwater, Good Morrow

Last updated: April 2nd, 2019

Underwater

As dangerous skies turn from grey to black,

I see the seas burgeoning ahead.

I built my castle walls on shallow graves

And the raging seas reprimanded.

I did not see how the crashing waves

Made slaves of men – much stronger than I,

But, when my walls fell I did not know what I stood for

Or, how to let you go.

I thought if I told the truth a sympathetic soul might hear my pleas

But, in you, I found a foe

And with my words, as evidence, you sentenced me to die-

Though I only wanted, once, for you to see me as I really was.

But was, is not is, not really me – not now.

So, I choose isolation,

Even though it hurts your pride.

–Tihana Skoric

Good Morrow

“Good Morrow, good morrow” cried the morning dove.

“Dear friends,” he said “I ate of the poisoned wood, and today I will see my last daylight.”

“Spend a little time with me,” he pleads “for today is my last good morrow- I am overcome.”

All of his friends gathered ‘round in disbelief.

“How came you to eat from the poisoned wood?” They all asked, shocked with grief.

“Dear friends,” he replied “my family was starving

As nothing from the summer harvest stayed the long cold winter months.

And as the light grew longer and the buds did open wide,

I found a lovely garden, newly sowed, with big black seeds amongst the rows did lie.”

He paused with swollen breath and slowly he resumed.

“I ate the black seeds to feed my starving family.

I did not know then but soon found out as an instant numbness fell over my tongue.

It swelled and swelled, and then went lower still.

But I could not bring it up and free myself from this.”

He said no more and a solemn atmosphere shadowed them all.

They sat together on one barren branch of an apple tree,

And with his friends he spent one last good morrow.

–Tihana Skoric


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