! am and this is time of my own universe
as when mine is truncated by the guiles
by the crowd yet known or unknown
own ness is the desire of the soul own
earth still divides into cells infinitesimal
onto the dusts, even by years and hours divisible
by the flex of moments in second in detraction
when inflicted upon by the reeks of vagaries.
the galloping inevitable the flux yet unspecified
dream when bridles in the hands of unknown
embarking upon need of hours on the sands
in the desert never when asserts its home
room of ownership riffles through the soul
the legacy of love when rocked up by the blue
laid over the hatred of the minion demand
curve of meaning meandering forward intoned
time when unrestrained by the infringement
if you love me I may not be with you absolute
still I follow the chilled snow heath as abandoned
even the breath of fire when flounced upon glow
boat still moves trudging path by the truth
along depth less sojourn of uncertainty as despised
looking to the deathless journey ahead of timeless death
I may disappear from the dust but the raved up tones
A journey, a voyage in search of truth, effectively penned with wonderful lyrical descrptions...10 Rema
Dear Dr. Kar, I read your poem over several times. You did not indicate which poem you wanted me to read. So I read the second poem of yours on your list, as it was 'new.' I said this to a woman tonight and it applies to you too. You write like John Ashbury, where it's like a kaleidoscope of images and words. If you had to state what this poem is about, could you? When Ashbury is questioned about his poems, he's at a loss because he claims he doesn't know what they mean. Your poem held me with its centrifugal force. It has its own logic.
boat still moves trudging path by the truth along depthless sojourn of uncertainty as despised looking to the deathless journey ahead of timeless death I may disappear from the dust but the raved up tones ------ stupendous imagery and diction......such a poetic soft beauty your words are...10+++
I AM IN A TIME INFINITESIMAL BUT THIS POEM MAKE YOU FEEL AS YOU ARE AN INFINITE SOUL..................... GOOD WRITE...............
I can grasp the idea of this poem is showing the little effect one can have on their surroundings and others within those surroundings, but it is very wordy. I think you are letting your scientific left brain dominate your creative right and so you add more than is necessary in an effort to get the point across. It is a good poem but not easily understood, like quantum mechanics
doc you're in tranch so deep... i can't reach you. surface a bit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Novel adventure whatever be the play of distortion around or everywhere as nothing can stop time's journey in Space endless!