.the Return Poem by YURI DURAAN
.the Return
And so I find myself back
here
at this place
my pockets empty...
no more love to give
as spare change or
bucketsful of cosmic sharing
my heart desolate...
the cobwebs not stirring
in any breeze or reflecting light
through the painful cracks
my mind empty...
a hollow space where
thoughts reverberate and
bounce off the walls
like pingpong balls...
light
white
inconsequential
just weightless and out there
But the poem is not empty at all, it is marvelous. Love it,10+
welcome back yuri. i wrote a poem about your half-open door. and about the 'two beards' converge? find it from robert wilson....ian singer says it is weird..
Time is a great healer the next corner or turn brings many things, your inner warmth will pull you through 10 Chris
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/16/2024 2:36:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Yuri-you do know how to end a poem. You flip that last stanza like the hidden card in a magician's trick. I like to be surprised, and your poems do that. Watch, however, that they don't get too sentimental. Take care, John