Deva De Silva

Free - Poem by Deva De Silva

Earth in brown mounds
Its sandy beaches house
Live forms that flourish
In abundance
That squirm, crawl, and walk
In its bosom,
The void is swamped
as a beehive filled with bees
An icy draught
For my burning thoughts
Longing to see a change,
Yearning to see the power
Tamed of its gist
Striped of its glamour
Its flames smothered
Last domineering breath
Squeezed out
As water is poured on a burning fire.
A film of fluffy clouds
Stuck to the horizon,
In my eyes,
A bellow of smoke.
Rising from the dying flames,
Stemming from a thin streak
Ending in a woollen ball
Burning wood smell is choking me
The dying blaze,
A new origin,
A change at last!

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 5, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 6, 2011

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