All of this made you brittle and frail
and things ceased to be a wonder
Looking back on days so stale
Unfold the fine petals of a heart,
silently aching in cold summer rain,
let us take things back to the start
Again
Encased and forgotten,
things written into your skin,
Shielding from the rotten
layers of memories become thin
A courageous feat not to bury your hope alive,
captured in vigilantly suave, blue-green eyes
['Encased and Forgotten' by Alyx True Edge,2024]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is hope that leads us on. But in these hard times of frozen nothingness and brazen hatred it is a " courageous feat not to bury your hope alive….truthful commentary on the "present"
You say it, the hope is the condensed remainder when rationality and emotion start to fail to process the full situation. I can relate to your words: 'nothingness and brazen hatred', that is what I perceive after tuning in to the evening news, this cries for a new poem. Thank you a lot : )