ASSYLUM IN ABYSS
esspeecee … 05.10.07.
I hear mellow of
The flute of
Of embryonic dawn
When ascent thro’
Twirl stare case of slumber.
I stroll down
The horizon
I hear subtle murmur
Of graceful grass blades.
I view the
Glowing glory
Of mid day summer
Of Sun God.
I look stoically
At inviting meadows
Dancing butterfly
Captivate me.
I stare, share
At fathomless sky
View: Evening
Stars titter.
Paradox:
In repose at night
Hear woes
From numberless lips
Of hapless destitutes.
I interiorize,
Consciously hibernate
Get struck-awed, flowing
Burning lava down spine.
Next morning
I bleed my heart
Lay me
On the lap of
Mother Earth
‘tis asylum in abyss.
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a poem from the heart with an enigmatic play of wrods and expressions. thoughts sunk deep into your surroundings, finding beauty in the tiniest of creation. creative, great flow and wonderful expressiona nd use of words. great write and a wonderful read! 10++ my friend. Jen
Your style of telling has a telling effect. Yes Sir! This world is beautiful indeed, but not for all............the destitute cannot enjoy the beauty around. How can they? Their struggle with life is life long..... Great piece Sir.
I interiorize, Consciously hibernate Get struck-awed, flowing Burning lava down spine.' I simply love your expressions sir... Yeah when this kinda thing happens, i go mad too.... I should say, you use the language in most appealing way sir! ! with lovs shan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It’s a great poem…cerebrate one…of big heart… Empathy galore Ten++