Ashpoems - Paperback

by George Vassilacopoulos (Author)

How can I recite you

A poem

Made from ashes?

I wrote it with my finger

Surfing on their soft silence

They fell from the sky

Perhaps it was the afternoon light

burning

Or human skin and bones

How can the poet tell?

I curved my palm to give a place

To their dark tiny crystals

Words magically appeared

Little ashmemories