The pattern’s set -
a smile, a laugh
and you have fallen, hurled like a rock,
delight, obsession,
heartache.
Never will recapture
either rapture or the highest waves
which plunge and sizzle
until one year, another laugh, delight,
the wave grows again,
gathering force
smashing rock to sand.
Three times and surely
that’s enough for one life.
10.07
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem - harsh elements metaphorically and apparently leaving a mark. -chuck