' cosmos '
their blood has tainted the sky red
their hunger burns like many suns
the birds speak a prayer for them
it's their thought on the door pharaoh
allow
the day crumbles into shadows
of depression , like anthracite
till a nebular spark somewhere
should burn this coal to dawn somehow
allow
/ original / z.g.
( just words _ dedicated to poverty )
I have known days like the one you describe.
ReplyDeleteThanks for these.
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ReplyDeleteEach time I read this it becomes deeper. It's incredible how much meaning is revealed layer by layer. Powerful and intriguing.
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Hi Zoya, I do like the idea of the coal burning until '(to) dawn, somehow.'
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Zoya that is incredibly beautiful.
ReplyDeleteIts wonderful play of words.
Loved it
Shraddha
Wow- very powerfully layered and stated- loved it!!!
ReplyDeleteSuch a powerful piece.. your narration is like a stark assertion, very, very potent, in the garb of wonderful verse.. you paint with such striking, defining hues.. amazing!
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