Friday, November 13, 2009

Tortoise's Feathers Comments

Rating: 5.0

Among the ruins I sat on a stone bench facing an isolated pond.
All of a sudden a tortoise came up from the muddy water.
And she's older than my Great Grandma it seems,
But she called me uncle.
...
Read full text

nimal dunuhinga
COMMENTS
Alison Cassidy 17 November 2009

How many of us wear illusion as a permanent garment in this mysterious world. Your tortoise's feathers are as ephemeral as are the Emperor's new clothes it would seem. A sad and reflective poem - with heart. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

0 0 Reply
Sonya Florentino 17 November 2009

death changes everything.....

0 0 Reply
Sandra Fowler 15 November 2009

Very profound, a sad realization. Kind wishes, Sandra

0 0 Reply
nimal dunuhinga

nimal dunuhinga

kalubovila East, Sri Lanka
Close
Error Success