alas look at this little circle
that I drew on the sand to be part
of an idea that i just scribbled
of a dream that i have embedded
intention is like the air surrounding you
actions are more like growing fingernails
dare not throw any baited hooks
nothing is as easy as it looks
looking thru my window of adversity
brought to me the word reciprocity
welcome to my circle of reciprosity
where turning back is an enemy
your poem has an interesting sense of 'movement' conveyed throughout it. I like the part 'actions are more like growing fingernails' <-I am just not sure what you meant by that. Is it because a fingernail grows straight out and then starts to turn in ward? Anyway, I do like your style. ^_^
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanks Candice. Fingernails ought to be cut when they grow too long dont they?