The unsteady familiar rhythm of known voices
Like some haunting siren song suffocates
My thoughts.Deep within the darkness of
The cave lies a punctured genesis.
With two voices piercing each other
I watched the changing scenes
And, in pure macho fashion, the rib was silenced.
This is a beautiful poem in which imagestic patterns are used to evoke ideas that are larger in scale than what is conveyed. Good poem. Good effort. Good imagery.
A quite interesting poem to read, I really enjoyed the first couple lines, a moving image.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Add a comment.a nice poem but please I bead it analysis