You see in troubled skies above
bizarre-edged Ebenezer clouds,
a fluffy-feathered steel-gray dove
just soaring into distant doubts.
And ask yourself just what is love.
i had to read it twice, then again then it dawned on me, but i am just a simple uneducated man, who purely by accident has written a few hundred poem just like yourself, very very clever but i am not surprised Warm regards allan
Herbert, This is a wonderful trick poem. At first I thought it was a love poem and then realised you were talking of a war torn sky and a bomber plane. You are a genius. i particularly like the way the words roll in 'bizarre-edged Ebenezer clouds'. I gave you a ten but of course, I am nothing more than a gangsters mole. Gypsy xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes, this poem is a ten for me to - it says so much in so few words -unlike some poetry on this site which say nothing in a lot of words!