* Mute Poem by Deva De Silva
* Mute
Brittle hair prickling my nose
Breathing in my ear, deep
Resting a left leg on my hip
You lay lost to the world
Questions that hounded me
Through out the day at no end
Gone mute strangely
As still as your limbs
The swallows gone hoarse
Falling rains paused
Creeks drained running
Winds ceased humming
The moon hovers closely
Looking through the pane
Longing to be in a brave
Dream that you weave
Ratchet and Clank, the star
Canoeing in a spring of larva
Destroying alien warships
Gaining extra weapon points
Reaching through gold curtains
The moonlight paints your face
Resting in the crook of my arm
A smile curling on your cheeks
The tree branches in discreet
Knocking on window panels
Had my heart leap for a second
From your glowing presence
Goodnight my son, Kyle…
excellent imageries and a surprising ending i liked...well you caught me off guard by your skillful write, Deva...10
Wonderful moonlit imagery. Very beautiful, Deva. A mother and a poet, a very appealing combination. Love, Sandra
Beautiful poem for your child Deva....enchanting images....Fi 10+++
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 3:26:00 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This makes me feel very calm, and it makes the world feel like a tapestry, I think it is good writing.