Writingchat Round Robin Poem

Bright rose the sun in the blue sky
Over buildings tall and mountains high
(Heather)

I shade my eyes against the sun
Another day long since begun
(Empress Barb)

Trudging through corn and stalks of wheat
I must toil so my kids can eat
(Heather)

I turn my eyes to the dusty road
travelling there burdens unload
(Empress Barb)

Beyond the road, beyond the hills
my wife's in a grave, now cold and still.
(Heather)

I fight the wind, I fight the rain
In quiet moments, I fight the pain

I feel her loss with blistered hoe
On a sunny day so long ago

It seemed that day all time would stop
No grass would grow, no rain would drop

Yet here I stand to call the wind
To cool my heart and forgive my sin
(Empress Barb)

And here I summon forth the rain
To cleanse my soul, make me whole again

Here I demand the truth from God
Whether my love lies beneath the sod

Or dances in Heaven, an angel fair
With her laughing eyes and golden hair
(Heather)

I close my eyes and a cloud appears
The angel smirks and fuels my fears
(Mikey)

A maiden fair stands 'neath the sky
and stares so deep into my eyes

I'm here you see, I'm happy now
In Heaven's House there are no cows

No clothes to scrub or floors to clean
The roads we walk have a golden sheen

I do not toil the whole day thru
And best of all, there is no you
(Empress Barb)

She points a finger, condemning me
I feel myself fall to my knees

Yes I'm in Heaven, you selfish fool
If you'd paid attention in Sunday School

Instead of dreaming about cars and beer
Then someday maybe you could be here

But no, you must go till your earth
Earn feeble money for children I birthed

Cared for until my body ran down
And left you with your empty crown.
(Heather)

And further more, you horrible louse,
make sure you take care of my house.

Long and hard I toiled for you,
While all you did was drink your brew.
(Les)
I spat and spun and walked away
Anger forced each step to sway

What did she know of little hearts?
What did she know but little parts?

Little parts of all our lives
Little parts of empty lies

Little parts of crap we've spewed
And filthy stories that we each brewed
(Mikey)

Wait! I hear as I stomp and stalk
Don't turn away, please hear me talk.

I turn back and ask her Why?
What reason is there under God's great sky

That you could give for me to listen
To lies of your so tragic submission

To tales of children and washing floors
Of lack of respect, was there something more?

Or do you just come to torture me
Haunt me with visions that noone can see?

Why are you here, you lying fiend?
I thought you an angel, but now I've seen
(Heather)

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