I saw a picture of peace, in a simple kitchen scene, hair in dark ringlets a face of middle age, and eyes as deep as wells.
A humble home, a woman of peasant stock. A glance so dull, yet deep in cost, in this I saw peace in trade a life of cost, for this single scene.
What price those eyes, what price such depth? A simple scene, a lifetime made. One glance and then, it's gone.
Beautifully memorized meaningful and thought provoking impression nicely portrayed through this poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is beautifully expressed for many reasons, but I'll address the one that strikes me most wholeheartedly. The briefness. Peace. Experienced entirely, but only for a moment. That seems to be the way of it. Peace, in my lifetime at least, had never been a lasting thing; but rather a fleeting feeling that we look back on and appreciate. Wonderful poem. Thanks Jason for sharing
thank you for your encouraging comments Mike