Mound Of The Earth Poem by Stefania Paluzzi

Mound Of The Earth



Earthly think of me
as the unrolling mists
stepping out of the way, they grind
the warm fortune of unknown feet

a kiss of bless
on the forehead, pardon Sir
I didn’t even touch your eyes
blind hollows of mine
hopeless fists of stars, knock-knocking
your pain down the skin they dance
and dance and lose bloody chances

on the ground silence’s on my knees
grey grey grey grey now they grey
mound of the earth, yes weeping
innumerable groves of pity and grace

I’ve been weaving my voice to the dome
of ash words and sad
maybe a breathless curse, roundness of fired skies
or simply ain’t I the foggy tears,
my heart transmuted into dust.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Saadat Tahir 08 November 2009

sad and a tad painful articulated with special attention great job cheers

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Afzal Shauq 27 September 2009

I’ve been weaving my voice to the dome of ash words and sad maybe a breathless curse, roundness of fired skies or simply ain’t I the foggy tears, my heart transmuted into dust good write with reality touches and the idea you expressed here is enough good and impressive as you did in other two peoms..means you have much abiliy to write good poetry..so better to add more and thanks for your sweet words.. like the way you write..well done..

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