Ideas
It is night
It is dark
On bed I
Lie down but
Not asleep…
Feel waves of
Wind, breeze
Come, circle
Like currents!
March in head
Ideas, ideas, ideas…
And sound says:
"Ideas, ideas, ideas."
A lady is anchor
Another, journalist
And they talk:
"Ideas, ideas, ideas."
Clouds turn to thick fog,
I feel lost and drunk,
Heavy are my eyelids,
Now, I guess, am asleep!
In my head hurricanes
Rotate in a whirlwind:
"Ideas, ideas, ideas."
"Ideas, ideas, ideas."
How I wish I could be
Firm as rock and heavy
With knowledge, ideas!
Why am I kind and meek?
Why be guest of breeze?
Why simple fallen leaf?
Why am I like feather?
Why am I a nothing?
Brilliant ideas with dark and night. You are wonderful poet! Wow1 Wow!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simple -clarity of your creation along with so many questions revealed the excellence of your creativity.