Blossoming ofNebulae
Astonish the focused eye.
Miracles ofspoken words
Reshape the stars in
Time's expanding resonance.
The golden Eagle hovers
Upon the cusp of Silence.
Below my feet the fibrous
Roots and sensatefungi
Form the forest sounding
Boards alerting peril.
Such counterpointing
Fugues I chose as subjects
For this present anthem.
Love your word choice! I swear some poets are afraid of working with them. You though are the word-tamer, the word-whisperer! ! You are both challenge and reward! 10**************
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
my reply button is still not working. On Robert's advice I have submitted the full poem (about 170 lines) . It's thanks to him I have drastically rewritten it. And thanks to both of you for your kind words. Loved your poem, Sue, about us liars! Quite right!