Thesky puts emphasis on the definite times,
and things, that leads to this immeasurable joy the material things you crave to own with your tactile touch
or an ocean across,
calling you to come away, become you, so undone and to be perfected barely acknowledging and becoming someone.else and rich.
Atreasured chest moments when you first encountered love for a someoneas memorable as your self
The tide did change, the weather stoked the sky for vicissitudes
now contend that life had become you, your air and much more.
And that was you before the other before you would have understood,
This is all for naught, nothing's clear and nothing is truthful,
all air indivisible, insincere,
just plays words, deeds and actions
The field is an empty rows and defunct memorabilia's,
Everything you have done becoming another mans worries
In vain, we humour the southern wind and deity, pay homage to the clear blue skies,
Be one of didactic and even philosophical
Entrepreneur ofthe world and father of the day.
So much to know but hard to understand
Tranquility breeds purpose and then more silence
The door leads to a field of open vistas
And beyond
There never was anything
that we have beengiven to own.
So much to know but hard to understand Tranquility breeds purpose and then more silence/// exactly right; greatly written
Atreasured chest moments when you first encountered love for a someoneas memorable as your self Everything you have done becoming another mans worries These are really wise words from a great poet like you. you are a poet with great experiences. that is why you write about vanity here on earth...... actually love and love alone is important.. thank u. tony
havent have enought time or the proper way for your comments on my poems, perhaps one day as one poet to another i shall know you personally, l know you are a doctor in germany Thank you Doctor and A great Poet yours truly Ben
A refined poetic imagination, Benjamin. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So much to know but hard to understand Tranquility breeds purpose and then more silence The door leads to a field of open vistas And beyond. We come and go. we are born and we die without owning anything- actually we are in illusion when we think that we possess. a revealing thought. tony