Urgent bronchial fingers,
Flailing at the breeze,
Dealing out their copper calling cards to the earth,
Casting into the flux the torn tickets of time,
In the hope of repeat business.
The metaphors of card-game syncs well with the fall- the falling of deciduous leaves. Wonderful imagination. Novel idea.enjoyed it. Five stars.
Casting into the flux the torn tickets of time, ..... a very fine expression and the coinage of words put together gives life to the poem...... thank you dear poet. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very amazing expression with wise humor is shared casting in ti the flux. Nature is wonderful. Breeze deals the life card. Interesting sharing done definitely....10