hovering upon me
a big Ash Tree
as i lay down looking up
but ashes that drops on my face
Oh!
dont bother me
but the trees always showing
the best path to go
i knowing
I am not good enough
for follow that incinerated vision
Just another heart burned
touching my face
dropping of the older branches
tardy, indolent
tender
as ash must be......
and all of them were there
picking and chosing
wishing for something that i had
the rest of greys
where was my settled heart
just another heart burned touching my face. nice (second read)
hello poetess, I love the image of the ash tree, when there is ash, it means a life experience had undergone the necessary combustion to give such beautiful poetry... with respect and admiration
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
touching my face, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.