Sweltering silence
Of
Summer afternoons
The above-your-head sun
Coming down further
To become a tirade
The tussle begins
Between
The heart's wordlessness
And
The fierce rhetoric
Of
The tropical sun
Who will win
This senseless game
Silence and words are always at odds
Yet neither can displace the other.
your word choice was spot on--top marks--I'd write more but PH doesn't seem to be working so you'll probably never see my thoughts ---how long has PH been down?
An astoundingly different and astonishing poem. The battle between the elements and poetic creation under stress and adverse circumstances and sweltering heat. And yet, talent wins. Your poem is so attractive, original and beats the heat. Thank you for this red hot feat!
Yeah that is true; No one can displace the other. Beautifully penned as always. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Silence and words are perpetually in conflict, yet neither can replace the other. This struggle is highly captivating and compelling, particularly the manner in which you have woven it in your verse. Full *****