in me the maddness of the universe
how do i begin to control
the big bang happens everyday
rippling upon my soul,
there is lightning in my thought
thunder in my sleepless dreams
all the glory of the stars
on my tide the moon does beam,
in my hand the pen
from which the ink so bleeds
of wounds healed to scar
from wanting more than my needs.
I rated this a ten (though I don't believe in ratings) and consider it worth reading twice, as the intensity in it and thought-provoking lines make the reader reflect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful rendition embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. A well crafted and nicely thought-out piece. Thanks for sharing Richard.