Moment takes its time
in the shadows of the nine planets,
because it carts a sun
for all of them.
Four white pillars
in two rows,
three colors - black
gnawing this camera
to its very bone.
Well conceived and nicely penned with insight. Thanks for sharing, Samuli.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fascinating poem, although there were parts I didn't understand. Welcome to Poem Hunter!
I am not sure you have to 'understand' everything in a poem to have it work. Maybe inconceivable things make us tick... Thank you, Kim, it's good to be here.