A simple contemplation of human life through the light of the lamp.
The tree grows old in the tree, it is summer.
The bird leaps beyond birdsong and is gone.
The red of the dress illuminates and scatters
Away, in the sky, the lading of old sorrow.
Come away from the dark corners
the night is laden with the soft whispers of the tree
the evening song utters a sad soliloquy
when rains of yesterday sings memories in the raindrops.
O fragile country,
Like the flame of a lamp carried out-of-doors,
The streets talk of the beckoning
sleep being close in the world's sap,
Simple the beating of a shared soul.
You too love the moment when the light of the lamps
fades and dreams into daylight
and when the sleepy sun cries to hear its lullabies.
You know it's the darkness of your own heart healing,
The boat that reaches shore and falls.
A beautiful sentiment. But I find that the lines take me all over the place rather than focus on what you are trying to convey rather than these disconnected phrases of dreamy beauty.
Your poem lulls the reader into a dreamy, receptive mood for the substance of your poem. You have a way, a gift, of drawing upon some good imagery to make your point. A fine effort, keep such poems coming.
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