Moist doorways
Wearing silver light.
Green leaves
That now rustle in their yellow age.
The sweet river waters
That will turn to salt when they make love to the ocean.
Footprints in the sand
My solitary inheritance;
Grew roots that rose to you
Laden with dew and dreams
The sweet fragrance of jasmine
Invaded the heart with a raw pain
In this space between death and dream
I love you
And between pride and living
I am bound to your memory
I am tied into you
Like the sheath of the earth
You may not love me
And the stillness may die without survivors
But even in the death of silence
The smoke remains, to meet its fire.
6 comments:
WOW!!!
Its just awesome.
Well what can i say, proved it why I always was a fan so for this one Im compelled to write....
A very nice poem, potrays a beautifull picture to me....
Its something that probably all can relate to but also find inconclusive. Tells a lot about the emotion but doesnt say anything about what really prevails, mind over matter or matter over mind...
but...
'But even in the death of silence
The smoke remains, to meet its fire.'
nonetheless I again say... I wish I could write like you.
Birth
This world
Anew I see.
I come
With no memory
Sweet, Salt, Sour, Bitter,
Or other.
My mother feeds me on
The love
Of an unknown father.
The warmth of his soul,
Seeps through her heart
She says she
Lost him
In the mists of the hearth
I feel him still
In her full breast
In my clear eyes
She says he rests
Hi,
Rochie y don’t u have ur own site, where u can display all ur blogs and other things which interests u( poem / painting (if u do so), ur beautiful mountains etc..), thereby exploring ur own talents.
U can have ur own kingdom.
Chal Bye
TC
Seema
Its an afternoon almost like any other in the mountains and I so wish that I were transported into that world which I understand better...
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