Another Boundary

the old men left

the young hearts boundaries

stones broke out from their roots

like a dry bread split on the knees

 

the dough didn’t raise anymore

under the hand stitched towel

brick dust is sifted slowly

on a spider’s nest

in the bread oven’s window

 

next winter will pass quickly

everything will freeze under cold chimneys

like in a dry ant mole

cut with a scythe

 

only in March when the earth

will germinate its fangs

the house vineyard will cry

with cold sweat in each new shoot

 

at Easter all great grandchildren

barely having learned to walk 

will step over dandelion flowers

burning in the yard

lightly and without traces

 

 

Reviews

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

This makes me think of the old men passing away, going under the earth in winter - like old age - then, in the spring, like the new growth of the earth, the little children begin a new cycle. As always, this is so good. Your images are fantastic and I especially love the 2nd stanza and the 4th. The last line lingers with me.

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

Thank you very much. We are all sensitive fibers in the universe, it depends upon the wind who plays on us. I am happy you understood my poem.

[Marie]

Another boundary crossed...from winter to spring...

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

Thanks for your comment, Marie.