We are trapped
Beauty Eyed
in beholder's
gaze,
expectations flush
iron icons
bind us;
Do not move
or blink;
a tiny shift
and beholder's view
is at once awry;
now disappointment,
because aspect new
has changed the view;
in a strobe shot
we are all caught
in expectations light,
flicker or blink
as we must
and we ruin
beholder's dream,
and pay double price
at the bar
where Bitter Drought
drinks.
What nostrums
and remedies,
what drunk variations
from Expectations Cup
dash Hope to fiery Death
unnoticed:
Expectations yours
but unmatched by mine:
signal we two then choke
most times
in the In-Between.
you voice the language of the heart that instantly connects you to the reader. sincerity is the heart of art. i pray, the fountain of this magical music flows on for ever.
this made me cry, i don't even know why, it just did. when a person can invoke that kind of emotion from a person then you know that it truly is an amazing poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great poem... flicker or blink as we must