without a you
sept
ember has done it
again
and like me (since innocent days)
i let it twist
away
mother
september (was) ,
the birthday of your death,
was here but now
it's done it again
the year has thinned down
to two embers
and january is a delicate flower
blossoming
it's a code locked on the face of ticking days
if,
it does you good,
then,
i couldn't've forgotten you
I was bemused
seeing
the birthday of my death
too
reel
of your birthdays i know
one
and
of my birthdays i know
one
the day you left you're
born
the day i was born
i die
you're the beginning
and
i - the end (the start)
mother
we're beings
around ember months
the day my soul unsheathed
itself
of this flesh
I shall set sail
on the shoreless sea-
a journey, with you, that has
no end-
and (a world)
without you and
me
the sept
ember,
birthday of the dead,
slips
no more
Original and so creative with great ideas in your beautiful poem!
and (a world) without you and me the sept ember, birthday of the dead, slips no more.... birthday of my death........ made me think a lot....... spread great ideas in this world... thank u. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautifully written.thanks