The Way Of Things Poem by Denis Olegov

The Way Of Things



A conquesy of broken glass
in a march along the border
of clock-faces
cuts through stone walls
into chaotic specks of sand.

Among the salty dust
and the dusty salts
the cells are numb,
patient for roads
from glaciers to caves.

With every step beginning
scarred feet
regenerate by inertion.

Sunday, June 3, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: existence,path,ways
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Translated from Bulgarian in English by Georgi Slavov
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jazib Kamalvi 20 February 2020

Write comment. Such a nice poem, Denis. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks

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Denis Olegov

Denis Olegov

Sofia, Bulgaria
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