My Simphony Poem by Dorina Neculce

My Simphony

Rating: 5.0


I touched the body of month
-fly ash -
with bent knees
and I beg in peace
mother dangle words in
rocking memories
it takes afternoons
baked in
the deep shadows
digging on cheek
from pencil
started man
building up
cave paintings in
the rocky walls
Water lapped like a the symphony
on the blue violin
collect a rainbow not forget:
I urge all
Late
rains of children
will be transformed
soon
in
birds fog...

Saturday, May 14, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: archaeology,archiving
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Unwritten Soul 14 May 2016

Your poem rich with imagery and illustrations... Its nice to see and imagine that while reading

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