palindrome poem

Lost children, alike doves perched delicately -

Corpses’ fingertips grasping for beloved mothers.

regretfully retract, lullaby begins;

Honey, sweet, sweet — throats crowding..

Clouds above, lost for madness, in thought.

Stones holding pockets, bare soles on boat.

reflection

Boat on soles bare pockets holding stones,

Thought in madness for lost, above clouds

Crowding throats, “sweet, sweet, honey”

begins lullaby. Retract regretfully

Mothers beloved for grasping fingertips’ corpses

Delicately perched doves alike children lost.