Freeverse, mostly
Jumble of actions
Mostly thoughtless, directionless,
Hardly worth noting or reading but
Some precious moments writ
in swift o'er haiku
Like breathless nature sights.
These pierce gray clouds and smog
With beams of bright fire
Or cold spheres fall for growth.
And some formality exists to give
A structure to my life; a meaning found
Such purpose, depth I love and yet I'm bound
I, in these tight restraints, in tension live
This fence keeps in the good so in I stay
Until I tire and leap beyond the walls back into freeverse
Which, as I said,
Is the greater mass of my life.
Fantastic meditation here, deserving of much more than a casual read or two! Love these lines in particular: 'A structure to my life; a meaning found/Such purpose, depth I love and yet I'm bound'. It is well to know oneself... I'll come back to this and others soon. Esther : ]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Until I tire and leap beyond the walls back into freeverse Loved that way you presented this poem. Thoughtfully written.