Shell-shocked,
moths flurrying through
open mind and open soul
(reluctantly opened arms)
heart trodden beneath
hope, now dampened.
Dampened like sodden
cloth drowning in water,
softly, softly. Water
the tears that are
soon to come.
Very intriguing, somewhat mysterious poem. Very good image of a cloth absorbing water until it becomes heavy and 'drowns.' And the lead-in to the wateriness of tears is inspired. Good work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, really vivid images and soft expressions of emotion. Very creative and cleverly done! Brian