It was my home, long before I died
and long after I died, so now
when I see the sparrows chirping,
I feel homely
I peep out to contain the mahogany
and walk the green skin of the earth
unafraid
I carve my home with the untiring
fingers, and the ornamental trees
exulting with me
I like talking about the unending
waters of the pacific and the
Madagascar with the graves
My people, as I say, these graves
are free silver hearts, none the
underground fighter
We walk our homes poised
away from the poker facet, so now
when I see that I am long dead,
I feel gratitude.
17 comments:
Lovely.......
so very lovely.......
:)
Beautiful write...
This leaves me absolutely speechless. There are so many beautiful images, I can't even single out one. Amazing write.
"...walk the green skin of the earth
unafraid." Quite beautiful.
there is a touch of the eternal here.
Just beautiful Monika..
The double meaning of underground and the diasporic connection are super here.
lovely take indeed... like it!
JJRod'z
Walk the green skin...beautifully written...
Beautifully intriguing.
lovely lines
Lovely!
nice there is some really fine word play in this...being 'dead' has its advantages as we walk on...
Nice and evocative indeed!! I like the simplicity and power of d piece
Beautiful words.
Anna :o]
Perfect closing!!
A glorious poem indeed!!
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