Honor the word
struck by pen on paper
tying together the reasons
Of love
seasons built on hope
wisdom dangling
to a thin rope
Mastering the line
in meter
Not necessarily rhyme
I am looking for the farther corner
beyond the reaches of grasp
fear disappears from moment
to moment existence
where silence crosses over
the border-lined by pain
stained by grief
what is to be seen as truth
what is truth beyond belief?
Which road is the path
of our journeying
Does the eye plot the
course
does the vision steer our way
does night separate the moments
having experiences
within light of day?
Or still are we the clay
molded house of desecration
That houses more than words
Thoughts or feelings
Seeking peace & relief
Oh word that falls from thought
to page/rages a fire and burns
a memory
into our souls reaching for
Truth.......
truth as we believe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good ars poetica. Thanks.