what does this mean.
to see walking men
wrapped in the color of death,
to hear from their tongue
such difficult syllables?
are they the spirits
of our hope
or the pale ghosts of our future?
who will believe the red road
will not run on forever?
who will believe
a tribe of ice might live
and we might not?
who will believe a tribe of ice might live and we might not? .....so touching with meaningful question. Brilliant one.
The tribe of ice shall melt away...one day... and only then will we all drink from the same well.
Seeker Of Visions! ! ! Seeker of love and life, On earth! With the muse of life and death. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A wonderful attempt to show uniqueness of a visionary and describe some of his traits. Well deserved modern poem of the Day.
death is walking as the vision of immortality on the red road, for that vision we wrap ourselves in trap..! ///
Such a powerful write. Seekers of vision are bold and fierce walking fearlessly on their path. Wrapped in coffin there is no stopping for them.
such difficult syllables? are they the spirits of our hope or the pale ghosts of our future? a very good poem dear poet. tony
OH, DEAR LUCILLE, DARE TO SPEAK OUT AND NOT CONSTANTLY IN RIDDLES. Saddest that you passed away before your day. CONGRATULATIONS being chosen as the MODERN POEM OF THE DAY. HURRAY! ! You have won so many more important prizes, WOW! You ARE already before Maya Angelou, BUT you was still speaking in secret terms concerning racial problemes. A terrible life in a free country. Free only for the whites.