In this pregnant pause...
Words meant to be spoken
Were lost in heaven
Leaves scattered forgotten
Death's branches...sprucing Life
Eternity...from Nowhere
Thank you, Dillip for your wise advice. I've always felt guided by a higher consciousness when writing poetry.
Write whatever you feel like writing dear friend... never compromise freedom of expression but please take the decision from your conscience, your best advocate, the best judge the God in you and all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Extraordinary poem. As Soren said, ‘pregnant with metaphors, fragrant with true, real poetry'. " Death's branches sprucing Life.. Eternity from Nowhere" what loveliness. How endearing.