With fairy dust
of altered belief
I sprinkled some
powdery sugar
on a worn-out bee
trapped on my side
of the screened-window.
whose spirit is entwined
with your destiny?
My flesh quivers...
Drawn towards the edge
of absolute certainty
In the subterranean depth,
the buzzing sound
grows dimmer.
Death! wielding
over life
A transient passage
into a place
where silence
is gone...
nice symbolistic poem, deep ideas well embedded, lovely to read
very nice, and where was its nectar, it must have gone sweeter after the additional sugar :) anyway, the fate we traced...must be destiny.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
in the subterranean depth, the buzzing sound grows dimmer. Death! wielding over life......................wonderful write yet ingenious by imagery and metaphors,10+++, thanks for sharing