Springtime talks of Salvation

wild veronica, sweet cologne, she
comes in a hurry, gasping for breath,
at lunchtime and stays all day long

talking about her three young boys
who last year went to the Middle East
looking happy, flush-faced, excited

her voice heavy as a drunk manís
she smells roomful of alpine flowers
eyes like deep woods behind the stream

murmuring saplings, her boys are
sweating off in the desert sun
now & then sending emerald lights of hope

quiet, like casket, back home
which she cherishes, keeps it in a box,
wearing out the longstanding hunger

but still the loneliness persists
veiled by the mossy, clammy walls
ripe and red, like the glow of salvation

Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2016-11-06 at 07:19

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The descriptions are delightful. I like wild veronica, full of hope for her three boys at war. Covering up her fears and loneliness and fear. I like it very much.

i like it
tip= make it roomful
aesthetically more pleasing