I reckon tonight I wholed all the tears in Australia
No wonder there’s a drought somewhere
for the salt seeped through every river, each creek
and into my head desalination has spread
but I am dry of haemorrhage, externally bled..
It's what you don't say that is communicated so effectively and painfully in this brilliant poem about loss and homesickness and despair. You use landscape to evoke mood and say so much more because of it. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
What a brilliant clever poem. As I come from Australia, and you must have been visiting, I can relate so well to the word drought. You weave words to uniquely lead the words to 'a head'. Excellent work! Karin Anderson
Five lines only but so charged... heavy words hanging on every line... all well ballanced, impressive, depressing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful outpouring here, should I say that? I mean, you say it so eloquently even though your heart is full of woe. Well done you and here's a cyber hug in case you need it.. HG: -) xx