what happens to the unwanted souls?
do they wander looking and lost?
do they remain staid?
do they follow masters with hope?
and what happens to the holes in those souls?
are they filled with air from the passing breeze?
are they enveloped again into the mist?
are they encompassed into the universe?
but what happens to the souls with holes?
what of them?
where to they reside?
how do they survive?
who do they inhabit?
mostly writers I think.
I like this a lot. The title drew me in and I wasn't disappointed. This is thoughtful, ethereal, and at the end...true! Thanks. Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really this great poet for me is ebullient and more eccentric in her views...and writes.... simple but it inveighs our inuredness.... what happens to the unwanted souls? do they wander looking and lost? do they remain staid?