look at the worlds stripping
the skins of their bodies
the layers of their meaning
inscribed at the edges of the moon
burning at the rims of the sun
and at the wide oceans unrolloing
the waves between the tides
and the summits' headless eyes staring
at the foot that each mountain hides
feed me back I lost the track
a brilliant poem, stripping images of nature naked, revealed beneath garments of time, nibbles fingers of the mind
I would be glad to feed your back....but tell me first....does it eat fingers? ;) nbb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Transparency In Cosmic Images stripping images of nature naked revealed beneath garments of time nibbles fingers of sensual mind Inspired by the awesome poem ‘Feedback’ by Miroslava Odalovic. Copyright © Terence George Craddock