The elegant chaos of the winds winding travels
Is but a tornadoes form starting to unravel
The calm before a storm is the fury you must fathom
While the peace you've come to love is mere illusion
In the random, so the battle taking form
Is being born behind the tandem
While the enemy solemn swore is torn by honor
Amidst the gavel, the admiration of a nemesis
Is the genesis of this exodus
The exile in this precipice was a building block
In Babylon, failure is what followed and now what
Must live on
The lines are drawn twixt friend and foe
Knowing all along a mutual respect has grown
Out of the seeds that were sown
Countless are the ages In the battles long ago
When one can love an adversary so much they
Refuse to bring them death
The wind can only travel so far before it's
Blown out all its breath
There is an unusual beauty that your poetry reflects; especially in this poem - Mirrors of the past -. The opening line with the reference at the wind, is like a cool breeze; and like the wind, carry an amalgam of emotions and feelings throughout the poem, right till the last stanza when again The Wind is mentioned, bringing wise thoughts and leaving as well thoughts to be thought. Nothing to be said, but Great!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The MIRROR image is associated with some kind of inner thought, of the sort that focuses the thinker's attention on himself, his motives, the impact of his actions, his hopes and dreams. In drama it is the soliloquy, in films it is the voice-over, in real life, it is the continual self-talk going on in our psyches. (I've been engaged in it all day... you too probably) In this poem the fury of nature is connected to the fury of humanity. We tend to identify and demonize other people and then the fighting and the killing begin. But - HAPPY SURPRISE - here we encounter a respect for the perceived enemy, a growing affection and ultimately a refusal to fight. Hurray! (Just to the right of your poem is John Ashberry's SELF PORTRAIT IN A CONVEX MIRROR, based on a Renaissance painting by Parmigianino which is remarkable. So is the poem, based on the same premise as yours. It's difficult but rewarding - but aren't they all?)