Time bound
herein
scored upon
this flesh
the flash of white.
No silver
no gold
only the ghost
of a ring
haunting the finger
of the left hand.
Its presence
inherent in
(its...absence) .
Time branded
by this uncovering of flesh
(not seen since they wed)
blinding white
against the tan
holding his hand
within his hand
hiding
this mark of time
leaving now the past
...behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No silver no gold only the ghost of a ring haunting the finger of the left hand... hiding this mark of time leaving now the past ...behind... Simple gestures, ordinary things fermented in your pen can make one cry