Wandering Voice Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Wandering Voice

The Ember is expert
Even under ashes,
If charcoal, pomegranate!

The Reader, Snow-White,
Keeps the book in silence!

Closes lips, bites them,
Tongue is imprisoned,
Behind the teeth mountains…

Focuses eyes, stares
At the ashes in center…

Till arrives hurricane
Giving life to ember,
Turning it to flames…

Almighty Voice is heard!

Wandering in wonder
Tongue in cheek is question:
"Why ash sits on the fire? ? ? "

Red, blue, and amber
Burst and shout the flames:
"So, it may appear..."

"I, myself have witnessed, "
Whispers the curious:
"Almighty blankets
Wandering Spirit…"

Spirit of Ember
Soft, sweet like mother:
"Both of them were fighters
And both sought righteousness."

To me as researcher
The Prairie Heroes
Are nothing but honest.