I will see you in Nepal, perhaps.
Singapore, Cairo, Katmandu.
But never again you,
Amongst the chickens
In the backyard
Shadows.
I felt the 'psychogenic-lump-in-the-throat' with those few words so connected. I can be fairly analytical, but I've no idea as to reason... like a guitar note with eternal sustain. To evoke such response requires a gift somewhere beyond the concrete. Thank you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so sad. Like a scrap of an old photograph. Your economy with words is superb, as is your capacity to share without quite telling. Love, Allie xxxx