There
A dim flying dust
The inhabitant
Of a place called solitude
In the back
Where it is
But invisible
And I confess
To an amorous error
And the moment I do...
Suddenly
It is flown away...
O Lord! help me please...!
COPY WRITE©2009
A speck of dust flies by instantly. Almost like time. good write
The more you read other good poems the more you improve. Read mine - On the Horns of the Moon - Adeline
Sometimes I wish I were dust. Blowing with the breeze and no need for a brain. Everyone needs a quiet corner, but usually by the time you get there you need to leave. Good write. I like the use of symbols.
A quiet place of solitude can be a wonderful place to reflect on fine thoughts or, at times, a terrible place of lonliness. I see it as something like a dream. When one wakes from a 'bad' dream he is relieved, but when he wakes from a 'good' dream he is disappointed. Either way the moment is gone. I really like this poem. My interpretation may be off but I really like it....10..Thanks Richard
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
fine and best write....... where did the dust go? ........