your head upturned,
like a baby bird...
sunlight in the rain,
turning colors o'er
the prism mountains...
hungry for life,
to fill the empty
that you cannot name...
naked, unashamed,
you wipe the wrinkles
with childlike hands!
Interesting, intriguing..what more can i say. Complex in its simplicity. -SG
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love poetry with somewhat of a riddle. I think this poem is about a young woman - baby bird, who worries about things she cannot change. I love the last two lines. This poem definitely touched a chord.