been searching for
an absolute pose
where pain disappears
and sleep’s sweet
it seems less battered
in a moment’s
disconnect by eyes
stochastic shuttering
if it’s there I know
it will be brief
to capture just or
ever hold your peace
© 25 January 2010, I. D. Carswell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem