liquid
sounds
dispersing, infiltrating
through cracks injecting
distorting senses, a memory re-presenting
wonder, hope, curiosity and love, mind is re-arranging
maths calculation's depth—nothing for the future left
hallucination intoxicating, squeeze the brain
blue in pain
here blood
purple
stain
wine
rewind
sleep again
start life tomorrow
little more cracked than yesterday
and tie around your heart some stronger chains
no thought, no dream, don't hear the crying
of craving wombs—Life's scream
tranquilize the pain
little colder
numb
again
This is quite beautiful, the pattern of the words, the skilful arrangement, the juxtaposition of words thoughts ideas, the imagery flows through the mind in webs of harmony :) 10 +
We have to examine life dispassionately, as if watching a movie of oneself, to allow our molten thoughts to solidify and reflect its true nature. On reading the poem I am also reminded of Edvard Munch famous painting, 'The Scream.' Loved the diction of the poem and its sensitivity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the intensity and sincerity that moves me in this poem. But I don't understand the title or the Fibonacci connection. I looked up Fibonacci in a dictionary which said it is an endless progression where the next component is the sum of the previous two, as in 1-2-3-5-8-13-21-34 etc. But I don't get the connection between the mathematics and the poem? ? What I do get is a display of emotions which keep building to a near breaking point but then day ends and the stretched emotions recover in sleeping without thought but will awake to the same drama of desire the next day, because that is their nature and that is the nature of the world. And this drama is an endless series of emotions aroused, eased at night, aroused again, ad infinitum. (The stanza patterns are wonderful to behold!)