The Solstice Poem by Vera Dike

The Solstice

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The Solstice


In the land wich has no name,
there, somewhere
between darkness and the forgetting
the grapes of dog wine
grown

Vesna wore
the gold of the mature wheat.
The nourishment leaked
from her breast
the dry ground.

The mercyless emperor of time
measured
the seconds
between birth and return.

Thursday, June 29, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Vera Dike 29 June 2017

Thank You from internal core

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Jazib Kamalvi 29 June 2017

A great philosophical and natural write. Thanks

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