Black house roofs are a mirror to the smoke.
The cloud mood makes a backdropp for good-bye.
You lift me parallel to chimney stacks
And make me dizzy with your old world kiss.
The soot is falling like night colored snow
I feel its weight like stove lids on my eyes.
I know I will make poetry again,
But who will chafe my heart when you are gone?
Fascinating achievement. All the emotions of parting and attendant sorrow are conveyed through physical images of soot and smoke. A paragon of metaphorical expression.
with words like these bright bright soft and true delicate pulsing that place where poems are born always more and more nice work
A nice effort to portrait and give life to the smoke and the cloud as they move on up above the sky.
I know I will make poetry again, But who will chafe my heart when you are gone? I am moved!
clouds are the best painters of nature........ we are mere soot.........
Hauntingly beautiful, a perfect blend of drab grey imagery matching the question of sadness Each line capitvates, Thanks for this read Sandra - very well written
The cloud mood of this poem certainly makes a stunning backdropp for goodbye. As do does the falling soot and stove lids. The imagery is stunning and haunting....10 Karin Anderson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love your work Sandra... you are a wonderful artist