Suspended,
hanging by destiny's thread,
predicting the collapse
with an apparent certainty: —
It is ravishing!
The ravage of time
cannot shake it:
announcing its finale!
What strength,
courage,
or magic
keeps this dying love alive?
What hope,
with its obstinacy;
what faith in magic myths
becoming reality,
in a life
that is consumed by time? —
Are we not drowning
in our own illusions?
Could there be
a divagation from the trajectory? —
can our love, somehow,
not perish in the end?
Compelling questions, fascinating contemplations. Well written, good poet.
'in a life that is consumed by time? are we not drowning in our own illusions? ' wonderful lines, I come to read you for the beauty of winderful lines
Hope and faith are the true tools we humans can use for our own benefits, this poem reminds us that we are mortals yet with hope things beyond life can be achieved...10+++++
This is a poem of multiple crises but also multiple hopes. You are wide-eyed and see the danger without illusions. The opening sense of peril reminded me of the Damocles Sword hanging by a thread! But you don't give in to despair, which otherwise seems reasonable, because our natural element of time is part of the problem. The 3rd and 4th list virtues which may well make us stronger than our destiny and that resolve is expressed in the FAITH IN MAGIC MYTHS BECOMING REALITY. It's only a provisional possibility but your poetic argument, the personal effort you are making, is truly persuasive.
The faith in God, I believe, should deliver us through the labyrinth of life and death and also into the hands of our beloved. A thought provoking poem that has engaged the mind of man since eons. Loved the poem for its sincerity and for its sheer splendor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
With the ravage of time. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.