Lean, fast
lonely greyhounds,
you are ghosts
of the past
“deserts are interesting
spiritual places”
a sad joke
on the margin
of history,
honor is meaningless
cold winds,
long winters,
infinite wheat,
the light of the plains
pushed far
no room for saints
or soldiers
no room for poets
history passed by
and silence remains
the epic is dead
eternity to rot
Well said Luis...you always seem to think different think creative... your poems may feel repulsive to ordinary minds...but they capture the attention of serious readers who love modern poertry...thoughtful write on a good theme...thanks...10
Extraordinary imagery. Your mood is alive and well, Luis. Write on, my poet friend. And thank you for the rapport you always seem to have with my work. Always your friend at poemhunter, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very neat and clean and thoughtful poem! Your style of expression l love! 10+