dead..dead..sleepy mind..
The contemplation is my bed.
Prisoner bird..starving mind
..feed the mind with hot bread.
..(my mind is kid) ..
a sighing mind..a gasping bird..
free the bird..
revive the kid by feeding mind with hot bread..
hot bread..without bread
my mind is dead..my mind is dead..
Prisoner bird..starving mind.................... joy seems to be lucked up beneath fire yet it needs smoldering to inflame the desire.............romance parrades across the sands of love, mind awaits the gleams to wake from sleepy stone of hibernation, as clouds when covers the the rainbow over the blue, singe red as when carpeted by chilled snow, it needs rays of golden sun to entice upon, what a ingenious way of expression own appetite for a redemption from dusky gloom, yet audacity of hope bestirs heart to be within, what i imagery of love, the prisoner of passion riffles for freedom of deep warmth, extremely passionate, dreamy too,10+++++, thanks for sharing
'hot bread..without bread my mind is dead..my mind is dead..' Yes mind is kid, nice poetic idea is there. 10+++
the saying is all drubbed up...an empty mind is a devils workshop...so to of an angel i suppose yes mind feed, actually quite seperate from twirp.... knotty men employ bird feed in all shades an hues....and a mirror does wonders...for we see in the mirror what we want to very nice thought provoking lines cheers an ten
feed mind with hunger, lactate it with denial and make it a living desire to die
Your mind is fully awake Tamara, your poem is food for thought. Starve no more my dear there's more hot bread in the ovens[ mind, heart soul] Love you Poet friend Almedia
Food for thought: The mind is like a child that must be fed in order to survive. If you don't feed a child, it dies. If you don't nourish the mind with what it needs, it doesn't function like is should. Your poem is indeed 'mind' food. Thanks..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very beautiful lines well done