Maybe it was because of the most
talk about the smallest among them
which may well be a mystery since
it was just unknown to everybody
Minute slivers moved by a draught
travel without awareness of being
a sense of location and without
any state of emotion or opinion
Mediumsized bites were taken
while feverishly looking around
watching the area for the ones
that may come to have a drink
Majestic gestures were made toward
all these lonely cores as they were
left behind after the most impressive
migration of them the outer shells
"Murmur" © 2013 Rob Knetsch
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem, mesmerizing read, thank you for sharing this treasure, which I have read with much pleasure. And worth to be read again, time and again. I still remember the most impressive migration of them. Beautiful poetry, I must say again, Rob.