The Breez Was Empty Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
The Breez Was Empty
step into my reality
watch me as i fight
perection.
on my right -feilds
and rivers.
on my left- wonder
and wine.
in the middle -a path
leading to rebellion,
and obedience.
step in my world
where the sky is the roof.
I liked this one David. I believe we do rebel against perfection at the best of times as it seems to be the way we are in the world. Thank you for the thoughts.
Did you mean to say 'perfection' and 'fields? ' Interesting piece. I'm not sure I get it. Why would you fight perfection? And how does a path lead both to rebellion and obedience? I guess anything is possible but you don't give enough clues to go on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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WE CAN COMPETE, SEEK, LEARN & CONTORT OUR BRAINS....BUT LIFE WILL ONLY BE OF ABSOLUTE WHENCE WE ARE ABSOLUTELY GONE FROM HERE...NICE TWIST ON THE FRUSTRATIONS OF LIFE...'''''''''''''FRANK TEN SPOT!