Death Poem by Maria Mitea
Death
is the only woman who opens our eyes
so we can see life
under the furrow
gently
the morning undresses from the fog
cows ruminate the piled up grass in front of them
birds sing again
calling each other for bride"s dance,
the snow doesn't want to leave,
a truck god scatters salt on the road
the sea has no tears to cry
while
the brook under the bridge wipes its eyes with a murmur
hearts are full like strawberry jam jars
poets, baby rabbits, prick up their ears
behind the hill
flying and drinking the waters of heaven
dew on spring lips, - diligent girl
does her job with a lot of patience
when death is reborn
Excellent with touching expressions of the surrounding sorrowful scene
The wonderful array of images make the countenance of death pale before reality… nice poem
Your poem has exquisite imagery and is beautifully written.
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A very moving poem with such beautiful imagery! Excellent, Maria!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Maria this is touching, wonderful poem Bravo!
THank you LeeAnn for reading and writing back! I deeply appreciate it! It means a lot to me! Blessings!