Residue

A heartfelt poem

Image by engin akyurt from Pixabay

These feather swings in the

dream catcher, a distant wind

catches those soul, the bunch

of plumage speaks with the

remains of the dead, they are the

soul-connectors may be, connecting

the souls with the seven seas and

mountains across the realms of

reality and the remnants of reality,

wind being the medium, a bridge

to fill gaps that the soul left

behind, yes, the wind knows

it, knows the secret, the sky

rumbles this truth, the soft

feathers carry lost memories

of the crying spirits dead in those

ruthless fumes and flames,

those innocent hearts carry

these heavy leftovers.

©Anisesh 2019

Thanks to Vaishali Paliwal and team.