I bought a poetry book on a winter day
On the cover page I noted down the date
When the trees regenerated, I thought
I'd tell you about the courage of the poet
She said she always admired the courage of an insect
So I added my words on the page of inside -
My hands are empty and dry in winter
Like the bald trees listless and bare
But the little insect has carried his food home
Sleeping soundly in a restful secret lair...
©Cigeng 19Jul2015
A wonderful poem with capturing images and exquisite metaphor. Very deep and thoughtful. Beautifuly humble and telling
Learning lessons from life's little logons is always a joy! Thanks for sharing Cigeng.
Good poem Masha Allah it have some stories to understand for men
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But the little insect has carried his food home! Nice piece of work.