Here is the table & chair
of my grief.
Here is the painting
of my sorrow.
Here is the door
that opens(closes)
on no-
-where.
Here is the bed
of my sleep-less-ness.
Here is the mirror
longing to hold
even your passing
reflection.
Here is my army
of books
talking tongueless
in blank pages.
Here is the window
looking out upon
our
parting.
This ordinary room
made ordinary no more
filled as it is
by your absence.
filled by your absence. i want to have ideas like that! stop taking them all! ! ! ! !
'Here is the table & chair of my grief. Here is the painting of my sorrow.' You are expert. Amazing metaphors.10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really like this, lovely phrases (i.e. 'army of books') and ideas... -chuck