with all that i said
've melted the ice cream star
what bows and arrows
feeling inside my tree
with all early ones
miserable ice beaches
still standing still
mysterious beaches...
my pulmonary soul
on orange juice shelves...
with all i need
yellowish silence...
what a stone skin
lies beneath...
all mysterious beaches
covered by my eyes...
all the honey wants
mysterious niches...
(15 July 2008)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WOW! ! ! I am not sure quite exactly what it is, but there is something about this poem that grabs me and pulls into thoughts I never would have imagined. I have read your other poems before this and I really like your style of writing. It is so mysterious but mystical at the same time and I think it is almost uncomprehensible...in a good way but I don't really know how to explain what I mean by that. I sometimes wish that I could write with carefree rythm but I just can't let go of realism I guess. You write really good poetry. Keep it up!