Bubbles surface; disrupt the calm
The mind can't find, the key to
the heart's vault, where desires
tempests echo.
A cold morning ray bounces off
the gleaming edge, acids climb up
high on litmus of heart.Soft cushions
stay far, elusive as a foggy horizon
A lonely dropp may be a prelude
to a rich harvest, but the time is
now, the day is today, fingers
desperate to snap, to grab.
Color blind eyes, blood stained
gold pulled out, a leaf separated
from tree of life. Cold stone stands
on dark fossilized dreams.
Joys grab at quick roads, that
lead to doors of nothingness.
Seems to be some suffering inside this one? Up against a strong force that shows no mercy. Good details written in to describe comparisons and feelings. There is something about this one that seems dangerous? I like it. You have put some wild thought into the making of this one. Nice work! Debbie
A very profound piece that holdsthe readers attention from start to finish, Thanks and a 10 from me Lynda xx
I liked this piece of poem very much. It really sounds poetic.
The mind can't find, the key to the heart's vault.... as often it happens to all...excelent poem. Thank you for sharing :)
joys grab at quick roads, that lead to doors of nothingness......... why nothingness i cannot understand joys grab at quick roads, leads to door of peace and happiness........ you must think and write it again, as it is a very meaningful poem.......10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We must have the depths to enjoy the heights... I understand you.