WHAT DO YOU CALL A DESOLATION?
A parting from a loved one
A sting on your tender finger
A thunder which made you coil around the quilt
A mask that frightened you at ball
That’s not what it is like to be desolate.
I am a poet , I’ll answer it in a singing way.
Old women’s wrinkles , telling a story of lost son
Old man’s hat full of holes
Young youth struggling with peace over the ailment of old mother
Daughter’s struggling to live with the best old daddy
Trees blossoming away with no fruit
Taps open but with no flowing of water
Birds flying to the destination
Nests empty , of ugliness in their nature
Deserts out of rain
Mountains out of snow
My reader I am just a poet
Had I been a heart of emotion
I would have answered the Desolation.