My latest poems
Are thought-dreams of colourful verse,
Like oil on canvas.
My subtle brush strokes of light
And shade: courtesy
Of my most painterly pen
That relays visions,
Enchanted melodies and
Queerest whispers that
Lie deep within my mind's eye.
I can taste sorrow,
And the fragrant scent of joy,
Often wafts my way.
I can feel dark presences
Synaesthesia
Comes naturally to me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem