The Cold Cold Corner
 
1. Bereavement 

Your head is full of trees
And the leaves have fallen.
 
Your eyes are full of lakes
And the water’s frozen.
 
Your ears are full of birds
And the songs are stolen.
 
Your mouth is full of skies
And the clouds are ashen.
 
Your heart is full of fields
And the grass is barren.
 
Your soul is full of hills
And the paths are broken.
 
Your life is full of caves
And the dark is open.

            Peter Thabit Jones

 

 

Copyright © Adel Gorgy 2009  Realm of the Spirit  after Van Gogh (Portrait of Mdame Roulin and Baby) 
Cross-Cultural Communications Art & Poetry Series Broadsides # 15