The stones have become my cage
the sculptor made the face
the chisel sculpted the shape
the erect body was made
I waited for the completion
my breath inside the stone
the sculptor failed to catch
the wind blew the scrap
My life got sculpted
under the stone, encircled
the air to make it a vaccum
and the beating inside the sculpture.
.. very easily compared and brought together yet for the Breath and Vacuum..! Nice write! Thank you for sharing!
fantastic. loved th eway it read. you write with form. good.
Excellent expression.......................cheers with 10++++++++++
It was your heart that was ticking inside the stone right? Good thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh, , my god, , what a poem, what a unique thought, what original emotion so combactly poeticised, the poet has sculpered a wonderful poem.Life best expressed, loved the poem,