I am a swathe of salted tears
Spread thin upon brown earth
Doused throughout lost years
Querying all I'm worth
I'm a fish that leaps unruly
Headed for dry land
Weak and soul destroyed
There are no rainbow sands
I'm a crab that's most well hidden
Desiring nought but peace
Who crawls out with suspicion
Within the Golden Fleeced
I'm a child who's barely risen
I'm a loaf that's missing yeast
A witness to all that's missing
I'm the table preloved feast
I'm a dog that lays regardless
A cat that spralls reclined
I'm a million lost reasons
Hidden in my mind
I'm a jester out of humour
A king who's lost his Dom
A lady lost in waiting
Wondering where mine lovers gone
I'm a traveller whos restricted
I'm a peacock unrefined
I'm a solice man conflicted
Politician who never minds
I'm a new born taking first breath
Dying with my last
I'm hopeful of the future
Learned from my past
I'm a torrent of emotion
I'm strict as solid stone
In a world of stagnent commotion
I'm happily alone
I'm all things to all men
Incognito air
All things to those finger pointers
Who really do not care
I'm a coffin nail gon rustic
A lovers seat beneath auld arch
Empty void resisted
But at least I choose to
March
T.S Elliot said April was the cruelest month I guess it has a sister
That was a wonderful read. For the first time I didn't want to finish quickly and comment for I was lost in your metaphors. Gives a sad sort feeling in some places but loved the ending with a courage to march. even the title is most enticing. Lovely rhythm. I loved the sounds of stops. Have no right to rate this piece of artistic qualities
I enjoyd d quirky twist in dis wonderful sublime poem! Kudos poetess.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful and lyrical I am impressed. BB : O)