My Hearts Poem by Wang Qian
My Hearts
My hearts
A million of them
Split and cracked with the heat
Inside the pomegranates
Of anonymous seeking
For the youthful permanence
Impulsively
Fluttered with a swallow's
Gentle gravity
Across the unbridled rain.
When finally
Even redder
Attired in flames of season
And remote green.
a very smooth poem rushing to the wind of hearts. Superb Kindly comment on my poems. Thank you very much
Great words intrerchanged you have talent but the meaning is I find is a little hard to follow I shall return, kind regards
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4/26/2024 7:56:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
On this one I agree with Ken E. Hall, words are put together without a direct thought connecting them, therefore the meaning seems to have been lost. The first four lines were succinct and vivid, liked them! Will continue reading your poetry, thank you for sharing. RoseAnn