the physique
nails me down
to live its own
the soul trails
every sphere
my eyes see
the prison the
physique is in
i could be rainbow
the spring,
the trees that
start budding
to turn green
or the lightning
that gives way
to roaring thunder
my physique is
a pen to record
divine pleasure
and vengenace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful images John. I love nature references anyway but you've really done a great job here. Sincerely, Mary