any picture comes to my mind,
i try to give it a body of words,
love to sit on other blooms,
for honey, color, fragrance........
"Sighs are granite here"... Amazing poetic imagination...Nice!
the thought of passing kids crushes me...the little coffins...oy, cant look at them without it busting me up...but perhaps this little one has now found peace...
Death is hard as granite and as quiet as still air, and all those frozen words only memories. The cig kobo sound can only be a reminder of what will never be again. Powerful imagery here, Sumana.
'Cuckoo' --auto correct. Sigh.
Sighs are granite and words frozen... perfect!
some deaths are indeed much harder to accept and fathom than others, and we are indeed left with an empty heart.
"Granite sighs." A very artistic image!
the granite sighs and frozen words - felt, strong images
Wonderful poetic images here. The angel in the photo does look peaceful.
Nice imagery -pink sun meets blue sequined night sky
Beautiful and serene. The way, I think, most of us would like to imagine it.
sighs are granite here..words frozen..so true..
Sumana this is so peaceful and lovely.
I like the way you took the poem from empty to full. Very nice!
lovely words that really make you stop and think. Great poem.
I also deeply admire the 3rd line ~
Angel is resting in peace in her new abode...Lovely words :)
no sound just angles wings
Beautiful poem, Sumana. The 'granite sighs' is a powerful image.
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