Poverty ornamental brewing soul walks in the Pepper tree lane
And a far away tall chimney carries off smoke to the wistful sky
Like his wistful thinking.
Hardly he got into an omnipotent bus that goes to an unreal destiny.
I would like this to be windswept, if I know the whereabouts of the songbird Susie.Gharib?
*[ They have pierced my hands and my feet, they have counted all my bones.]
Nice imagery in this one. I like the wistful chimney smoke. It would be nice to know that Susie is posting here again. Take care. Kind regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem captures the feel of angst and melancholy where the wayfarer dreams in the windswept graveyard. I too would be happy to see Susan posting again. She is a fine poet - like the author of this poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥