Svesti Poem by Edmund V. Strolis
Svesti
As the party swirled around
The woods once familiar
Transported us to Baltic shores
Beyond our camp of revelry
The forest ghosts encircled
Slipping through our toasts
Spirits rising with each sip
The tribe returning once again
Silohuette of ash and birch
Strung with lights as beacons
A mystic moondance for us all
Lost and found in ancient notes
Songs in words unkown to me
In passion's key familiar
And at the center of the spell
A fire roared and pulled us in
A bonfire strong and certain
A union of such happy souls
An eternal fire burning
Invincible and indomitable human spirit....in the face of terrible odds. Thanks for explaining. Sorry I missed the gist. A profound poem...
You did not miss anything because the poem is meant to be joyful. We all have our stories, don't we? Such is the human condition. We celebrate for those that can not. We honor them by being happy. I have no doubt that Haidee Majola has a story as well. As we rise each day we look about defiant and despite crushing hardships we do so again and again, An exclamation of endurance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/6/2024 7:26:18 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The imagery in this poem places me right there with the ghosts the humans the forest. I think this is how we live forever, in the spirits and the memories and the fire. I found this poem comforting.