Desert nature fills me with exploration and discovery
on sands of my horizon.
Calling me explicitly out of jungles, tangling my
interior life, to reach underneath blankets of thought
and recreation.
Silently foraging for cognitive abbreviations to blend
with abstractions of art and painting.
Hanging all of it in galleries for times eternally,
immortally being recognized on mirrors of poetry set in
motion with rhyming of rhythm.
(10: 49 a.m. - 11/14/08)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem