He opened the apartment
door and I went in
and plunged
into an Ocean. My life
went floating by like scraps
of stuff on foam and waves,
some beautiful, some not.
The Silence roared. Don't know
how long I stayed. Back on the street,
old ladies in babuschkas and
young ones in jeans
walked back and forth
like tongues of bells
as snow came down,
the news that Peace
had been proclaimed.
Max, you're master of the short, short story, yet still maintaining a certain lyricism.
A very tight and well written poem. Is there any limit to how good you're getting?
The silence roared! Like the ocean of your head! A short story in itself.
This is both mysterious and beautiful. Love the simile about the tongues of bells...babushkas and jeans...how surreal! I loved it all. Raynette
short but still long enough to take me there and let me watch all that! splendid work Max! HBH
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your words took me there- what other compliment could you possibly need? Wonderful writing my friend... Always, Amberlee