Scarlet Wheels Poem by Daffodil Decarie
Scarlet Wheels
Haunted in my sleep
I hear voices of tired luggages–
Scarlet wheels, terror in my spine
I know when you step in
Step out of my life –
Is when the wheels scream –
scratches the ground
Begging, pleading for you
To choose home
Home where someone’s waiting–
Restless at night - plagued -
With screams and scratches
Of the luggages you drag around.
Will asume this was not written about airport luggage, lol, very confined hidden truth deep within the words of camofluge, takes a trained voice to speak in such a language and you I see have indeed mastered such a quility, very top rateed poem......
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/30/2024 4:58:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very vivid and poignant. We all long to go home even in our dreams. Excellent write, Daffodil. Always your friend, Sandra