Green grass growing,
On the meadows beyond.
The old stone houses,
Stand cold and strong.
The blue pond sits,
Further down the lane.
All is quiet,
Without bliss,
And anything humane.
Hi Esra, this gives me a lot of thought for contemplation. It makes me think of the emptiness inside us while the world turns unaware and a lot of times attacking us. Very good poem.
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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Love, JC xoxoxo