as I go up and down the stairs,
the rain stopped abruptly as if struck by lightning,
the breath of spring deflowers my lungs,
I see two eyes bathing in the outpouring of sounds,
the chirping of birds snatches my mind,
pulls it on a string,
- the thought
sits on the lilac leaves,
I cling to everything that gets in my way,
I feel like then
when I was drowning in the pond at the far end of the village
hanging from a willow branch
at the bottom of the water, I hear your voice,
you were whispering:
'breathe, breathe, move your hands
move your legs,
it will come, it will come '
with the tightness of my heart, I take my head out of the water,
expire water,
for the rest of my life, I stay away from thirst,
at times
I prefer to be a sauerkraut
or dilute like a mercaptan
which passes through its own volume of air,
raising its value to an acceptable limit,
I search,
I give myself time,
I end up in a world of smells,
lichen, moss scent the forest
without losing patience
or weight,
lazy molecules (arouse my envy) ,
- little magicians on stones,
faithful masters of the forest boulders,
a carpet of green moss
I will be,
without blood in the veins,
without flowers,
today I will be
a moss that absorbs all the moisture from the rain
until I get over my own invisibility.
#lichen #forest #overcoming #emotions
I saw a complete movie through this poem. Straight to my Fav List..5***
I like moss! My grandmother use to collect it from the forest and replant it around her home along with ferns!
Every line is wonderfully descriptive...awesome poem...top score
Thank you very much for having read my poem followed by your kind feedback.
I really don't know how to express my feelings on finding such an exotic imagery wrapped around a topic which doesn't cause an internal churning.
All my gratitude for reading and writing back! I deeply appreciate it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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