Sticks ‘n’ stones
...eh?
She took the sticks
of our arguments
and blew them into
a blaze
as if she whispered fire
to them & they
leapt into flame.
Even the stones
burst into fire
which she lovingly tended
with a gentle viciousness
until she created
a bonfire
of my vanities.
My name nothing now
but ash floating high
above it all
smoke
getting in
my eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When all else dies...smoke gets in your eyes? Wonderful piece of music, and wonderful poem. I especially like that line....'as if she whispered fire to them...and they leapt into flame! ' Killer line!