The burned mountain was not yet awake.
The fig tree had not yet shaken off the dust of the
fighters’ boots.
The transparent cloud had passed from there.
A tired weapon coughed
like an elderly smoker with TB
Ravaged bodies lay quiet
like fallen leaves on a river.
Soft rain dropped from the cloud
but the flowers did not as usual flourish.
The sun travelled with a broken heart.
The shadows of the clouds and the storks were
mingled:
they shall never again be seen in that sky.
1996
Like fallen leaves on a river! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Dear Rose; hello and thanks for your encouragement comments, I try to respect the poetry by writing slowly and slightly different, I hope you enjoy reading them, every success to you too dear poet and critic
A beautiful title that can always grip a reader to go through with the whole write. A great poem woven by a brilliant mind. To my Poem List and 10+++
I concur with Shaun's comments. You have a great talent. You can pull the readers to where you want to go by your extraordinary words and superb imagery and of course, the most important, the message that you want to impart to humanity.
An exceptional write with an exceptional imagery. This is my second visit but I feel that my previous comments on this beautifully crafted and thought out write were not enough to depict how much I was moved by this gripping, poignant and powerful poem. Every line of this poem speaks of destruction and evilness. So lethal and dangerous...it is beyond comprehension how humanity can go down to the level of a beast.
Soran another poignant and powerful poem that pulls no punches with its haunting imagery and it's desire to simply awaken all readers. You have a great talent good Soran. A talent I look forward to read and be humbled at the same time. 10++ and added to my deep soul searching favs. Thank you.
you are amazing poet with 30,778 Points, by looking into your poems we can realize how good and successful poet you are, congratulation, meanwhile I would appreciate your time spending to read my humble poems, honestly not every poet or poem's readers can recognize the good poems...Many thanks and Kind regards Dear poet *** Shaun *** for your lovely comment...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poignant write. Beautifully crafted with great imagery.
the beauty is in the eye of the beholder, that means your beautiful eyes are seeing very well and beautifully as well.. well done and Thanks