Alien streets where
he wants to get lost
Woman`s veins which he follows
with fingers from forehead to toes,
and the more he learns,
conquers and knows,
the more deep in his heart,
he wants to get lost.
It is sad, this is damn hard,
when he knows well the roads...
Wonderfully wrought imagery that always astounds and delights me in its beauty and precision...I adore your words...their beauty and strength amaze me...and always make me want more...greedy for the next revealation...and the crisp newness of sensation. love Donall Donall
wonderful streets, beautiful..............thanks for sharing
The paradox behind knowing the roads and wanting to get lost forever is interesting……too much of sensory date may take to a blank road… well expressed novel thought............
I'm returning to this superbly crafted piece. The content is not, of course, what the reader expects from the title, rendering it all the more clever. Wonderful analogy in the second stanza. I'd love to see more of this sort of work from you. t x
It's a good poem. So I gave my 10. Wonderful metaphysical poem!
This is such an interesting poem. I like how you use the analogy of the veins of how they are the map to a very specific destination, the heart perhaps? HG: -) xx
I am lost...wandering through your words...and wondering...and not wanting to find a way out. Just leave me here curled up between your woman's viens and how the poetry flows through them. I fear if you were cut...poems...poems...would flow out! love Dee Dee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely poem when wrought by the imagery, well penned,10/10, thanks for sharing