Well the books open
the clock comes running in
One white dusty moth wakens; attached to the sidewall
He takes flight across the room unknown to my soft intentions
& landing quietly with in the shadow an of 8 inch buddha statue
he observes for a future journey.
RAINCLOUDS
PENETRATE
OMINOUSLY
EASE
UNWHOLE
BEINGS
UNDER SKY
WANDERING
ROADS
COUNTLESS
WORDS
POWER
HIGH TIDE
EARTH
QUAKES
BASS
SHAKES
FISTING FINE TUNES
CLASSICAl INTERPRETATION
WE MUSTN'T IGNORE THE MUSE
spider on the wall
s i l e n c e
in the hall
Diving into the Fall
The Darkness surrounds
and bites down
when my eyes close
Words die as they leave my throat
425am
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mr adelnan I like your originality in poems.Well done