Of your persistent silence
cold diamond edge
threatens to turn soon
into gravel Stonehenge.
To break my heart.
To cut my tongue.
Or just to split
the wooden bench,
where once in mid of it
we loved to sit.
A very fine set for a plot: Split at Stonehenge, an interesting tale by our beloved Onelia, a true lady.
this is your best poem that i have read so far... it's so simple yet at the same time very complex. The emotion really comes through. Also, the coldness and loneliness is very prevelant. Excellent job as always Onelia.
My baby of rough is back! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Yay... tis a cutting bite of the rich of much... sparkle to big bangs edge... aroha xx
I marvel at your ability to put so much into a short poem like this. Excellent. H
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cool and touchy composition 10