I see faces,
they come and go.
I hear sentences, words and letters,
they are without sense and contents.
I see pictures,
they disintegrate to dust.
I recognize hands, many hands,
but I can’t catch them.
I feel coldness,
and find no warmth.
I experience grief, sorrow and pain,
and, nevertheless, can give no consolation.
I look into a deep abyss,
however, the abyss looks into me.
But, I see a bright light in the dark tunnel,
Faces, sentences, pictures, hands, warmth and consolation around it;
Friend, I love you!
Comments
very nice
Fathimaaa..
PB SHELLEY's "Ode To West Wind" haunted me by reading ur optimistic poem.Really poetry,the mirror of life can through away the mental conflicts."if winter comes can spring be far behind"(shelley) the more celeberated line flashes through your " I see a bright light in the dark tunnel,
Faces, sentences, pictures, hands, warmth and consolation around it;
Friend, I love you!
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thanks for warming ny heart. Flourish yor fruitfull pen 'n' paper
I love you too :)
What a nice poem you wrote !
Thanks for sharing
Skoon ....
My beloved grandmother
a soft voice still sounded in my ears,
the advice that meaningful
come from a loving heart
gently caress your hand
on my hair, full of love
but now all
living memories of grief heart
where are you now my beloved grandmother
I will always remember
all your advice
like a lantern in my life
Hopefully our paths will meet at the same edge
My Best Regards to all the love you give
On the whole life you will be part of this heart
Farewell, My beloved grandma
all the best in your poetry
nadira
beautiful poem, even great one. You are certainly a good poetess. Keep up your work and post more and more. i love poetry.