What is tragedy? Aspiration abandoned?
A spider sinking in resin, transmuted by epochs?
Subjective, yes, but I’d await the amber
To be with you again
When the loss stings so –
Innocence, relationships; happiness,
And the one who loves you most
Stands powerless and frail
There are willows on the hillside –
Each one weeping, while their summer’s golden toil
Flutters to the frosting soil –
Their barren branches bowing low
Distance is no standard measure of
How far we drift so quick away, to stare
Each other eye and eye
Throughout the tepid season
So it is: tragedy. And I am cold and I am lonely –
As intent and interpretation; a desperate
Never-ending dream’s perception that I’d awake
To be with you again
The narrative is kinda haunting which lends a certain personality to this poem. Great poem! Preets
Oh, i got a chill, this is really great, thanks for sharing it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this a lot. Each stanza has something going for it and it is (for me) a different positive each time. I favour stanza 3 personally, but maybe that's a personal think in that I like willows, we have two in the garden and I drive under the bigest one I have ever seen most summer mornings on the way to teach. Bias or not: I loved the poem. Thanks Tony