Dried roses, crumbling into dust
All beliefs, convictions and trust
All I have to show for years of believing
Is tracks and traces of dust
Sifted by the wind and rain
Grains of sand fly here and there
Why is it here and now, a single cell
Transfixed, is unable to go anywhere
Much vaunted intellectual autonomy
The roots of epistemology
Senses spin in scented darkness, and
Wait, transfixed like those grains of sand.
Captive to thoughts and inspiration
Distanced by wild pointless aspiration
Waiting for the breeze to come and scatter
My life's blood, my life's matter.
Copyright: Rani Turton 2008
Once again a delightful read. Your way of saying things is very appealing to the senses. You speak of philosophical issues but not in philosophical terms; rather, your words & metaphors are very easy to digest and understand. You provide something to think about and also leave readers a chance to think much more sending them on their own paths of thought. Well done.
this 'captivity' gives much disturbing read...the poem has been written well with full expressive feel 10/10
Beautifully written poem if somewhat sad your work is so easy to the eye 10 Chris
A longing for inner freedom, , , , rhyme is good, , welll written
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great job expressing very intense emotions...Jeff.