Reaching out to infinitude
when words have come to an end.
Yan Yu
Presence, without;
the space framed
but left empty.
Mountains float
as a fisherman
ignores, wishing
only for a fish
to feed his family.
Empty space is
space for us
to not ignore.
We fill it with
our emptiness -
and together
the picture paints
your presence.
Empty space is space for us to not ignore. We fill it with our emptiness - and together the picture paints your presence. Emptiness fllled with your presence.... a fine poem indeed. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Chas. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.