Gra pa!
I ate cotton candy,
it looked like
a full-blossomed rose,
but It has vanished
without a trace
in thin air.
Have I eaten it at all?
That was my grand daughter
just four-year old.
Looking at the ceiling,
aged ninety,
half-paralyzed
in a stroke,
that is what they call it
in medical parlance,
I lay fathomless.
A cotton candy hung over me -
idiots call it death.
Come down candy,
so I know you are a rose
that never existed
at all anywhere,
other than in the forebodings
of fools on an unfortunate globe
that sold themselves
to the idea of a beginning and an end.
A great poem with some mystical touch---A cotton candy hung over me - idiots call it death. Come down candy, so I know you are a rose that never existed at all anywhere, other than in the forebodings of fools on an unfortunate globe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
comparing cotton candy to death is an innovative thought indeed..Beautifully expressed.Enjoyed reading.Long tine since I have heard from you.Hope everything is fine with you.