A Skull Rests On A Table Poem by nimal dunuhinga
A Skull Rests On A Table
Through your sunken eyes
I see the World, its uncertainty
And the skeleton figures boast themselves.
I regret that I cannot see my own
And how beautiful you are without flesh?
*Every time I close the door on Reality, it comes in through the window.
-Ashleigh.Brilliant
'Alas, poor Yorick'. You and the great Bard himself share a common subject and one that digs deep into the psyche. Brilliant. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/26/2024 12:21:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
In the simplicity of life stripped to the bare bones one can see history itself. Even the skeletons of trees bear witness to eternity. I agree with Alison. Brilliant. Kind regards, Sandra