I went to the market
to buy vegetables
but
What pity
I saw crushed tomatoes
splittered along the path
Just before
there was a blast
Does blood
taste sweet
like tomato ketchup
The taste of death
in my mouth
Self-loss
{Paris attacks…}
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
This poem captures a disquieting existential mood that is reminiscent of an abstract painting.
When images splash, words vanish away! So much thanks dear sir Louis Kasatkin!
Concise and an arching pain of a walking poet can be felt deeply which won’t diffuse unless Self Loss is realized to humanity..
Thee commenth, and humbly I do respect! Maaya Di _()_
Simple yet effective
Sister Sunila, ever my respects! _()_
wonderful piece
Greatly humbled by thysasy my poet friend Mangeni Wycliffe Obwoya!
powerful message in this lovely poem.
Greatly humble by thy powerful say Pramila Khadun Jee!
This poetic vignette evokes the post-blast ambience of Paris and an individual’s heightened sensitivity.
Blessed by thy say dear SIr Vijay Nair Jee!