Clouds to heaven
sky to earth
can you see end
being at birth?
Cotton ball mountains
across the sphere
rain giant figures
march on the pier
Wind to hurl
air to storm
can you paint life
just being torn?
Sorrow curled waters
head onto sea
stone barrier monsters
crumble the plea
Ashes to bones
dust to skull
you cannot read death
being a lull
You have some really powerful thoughts in this poem, Eva. It scares me, worries me about how fragile life is and how wild nature and man can be. Loved this, dear. ❤
Thank you so much Robin, it means a lot when someone like you, reads my poetry with such thoroughness!
Oh, honey I am not really a writer nor deserve such a special wording. But that “someone like you,” really touches my heart, Eva. ❤
You are special to me, that is for sure! 😘