Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 77,768 Points (Dec 29 / Toronto)

Brief Conversation - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Brief conversation

I stood in open
watched flakes in the air
one landed on my nose.

Both my eyes turned, converged
And we talked.

“Won’t clean, ” I said and…
“And why not? ” came question…
“Want to see…” I murmured
“My life? Death? ” it questioned.

Then I felt; no words said
“Why not give? Why not help before death…”

When I looked water was, not flake.
It was dead.

Topic(s) of this poem: human brain

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 4, 2015

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