Woke
Perched
On top of
A lofty hill
Imagination's
Shortcircuited
Search for holes
Working overtime
Watching a vision
Wind whipping all
Around, leaves fly
Whippoorwill sound
Wayward train tracks
Whirling in and out
Looping larger loops
Surreal circumvention
Untouching in circle
Yet touches my core
Like skin feels wet
Watching raindrops
Run down gutters
Flinging frogs
Frightfully
Fracking
Free
10 for the poem,10 for the note and 10 for listening Hank Williams!
American Indian legend takes the whippoorwill song as a death omen. Somehow, the call makes us lonely, and has become a symbol for melancholy. Hank Williams and other singers frequently use the emotion-evoking whippoorwill in their songs. We should not be affected by legends but feel songs as they sync with our own spirit, as poems do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Kostas, How are you Kostas, my friend? In this space, we are not strangers but touching fingers through our poems, like a velvet ribbon that's there from birth, the end is attached to someone in a far place. May you soon discover that peace is not found in isolation but finding that person who is tied with you with a velvet ribbon, Only then can your heart rest.