:-D Hi ILS, Just thought of posting another poem.Waiting for your comments. Warm regards, Reeja :wave WINTER DAWN Winter dawn....Tulips....Pyre song, Blind Atropes cuts the thread again Soul's departure-life's eternal retreat. There the hysteriac woman with a mandoline- Plays the tune of a nuptial song And it merges with the hoggish cry of a vulture! Hyacinth....Amaranth....Bluebells... It's aroma has carried away by Death - the burning corpse.... Fire embraces the body- still craves more And spitts out curling smoke in return Vision fades, ashes form.... Yet again there the nuptial song........ Hair loosen,yelling out Away from the Yew tree,from the Ash She stands before the crematorium - Silhoutted against the dawn sky... ...But the song reechoes - the nuptial song.
Whoa! What an image you put forth in this Reeja. The cycle of life and death and other emotions - very well captured and my thinking goes on and on. Nice to read. Thanks. -rgs