Over the scarlet scars
of Bethlehem
and Afghanistan
.. Over the brown mud
which cakes
refugees
.. over the grey freezing
water.. they are forced
to drink
.. begins a silent
symphony
as the sun rises
.. and a semicircle
of beams of light
.. branch
a radiant skytree bloomed
with gold and pink
and violet and rose..
.. as the subtle floats
the denser..
and joy rests lightly
upon transient pain
amazing poem ;*)
saiom, i don't get what point you are making here?
Your work is arresting and overwhelming in sheer numbers of posts. You clearly have a gift for word pictures, but I don't know yet if I like your messages. I shall read more and we will see.