Marinated in your nightlong concoctions
life melts lusciously in my mouth
but this fond fondling
these grammatically challenged
future tenses in the hemorrhaging present
are fundamentally parentheses
posing as citadel of promises
Let’s finally accept; we merely wandered off;
watched from an indescribable distance;
sneaked on post cards of possibilities
of land we never landed upon
and as the earth would swirl
clocks would fastidiously tick
you would express from
Bludgeoning breasts of memory
concoctions for your hatred
that once nurtured my love
and very well expressed at that....sometimes what we thought was so sweet melts bitterly in our mouths...I know someone with a bag of hugs, should you need them :)
For someone who misplced their hands, you most certainly ''FOUND' a way to continue expressing yourself via The Written Word! Sterling Work Mr._____________________________-....You sure it isn't your name that was misplaced b BY your witty hands upon keypads...? ~~~~~~~~ I'm waving goodbye, for now...LOL!
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I would like to translate this poem
I think that you mean in poetry that the words fail to express the thoughts.It is entirely true, sometimes we have thoughts so great that words fail to fully outline.These thoughts are very powerful and they make us to be more real, more beautiful, more humans....10+++