You are the burnt map of Summer
black-edged with lost words
that make the heat a blanket
full of stale-wind sweat,
lips dripping warm syllables
caught between dead smiles;
the first rain so distant,
drought turning into itself;
you walked away over brown grass,
the Spanish grass.
Would I dare Yes I am Jealous, I wish I would have written this poem, I am envious from the creative force behind its birth, a number 10 vote from me, I eny your world, I want to pocess every poem that comes out of your soul, let me borrow your Pen for a while and let my wish come true
Well expressed thoughts and feelings....... An insightful piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.
Verily, a good depiction of the summer. Loved reading it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
caught between dead smiles, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.