this sun,
this high ball of yellow
soon to stoop, but for now
it's the bladed cliff that's
red
folded in layers, neat as a
swiss army knife, and here
fallen
these renegade boulders
tumbled by shocks, mason
squared, as though on
the way up for a new cathedral,
but instead do the sly-inch
down to the foam-winged sea
All moves downwards,
and on the point,
bare for eons
they build hurry-up houses
jammed tight these toy bricks
like battery chicks you
feed them lifespans
until the front doors close
with a soft click, then,
only then
will they start the broadcasts
and drown your song
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yellowness of sun attracts attention. Everything that moves downwards provoke thoughts. This is an amazing poem brilliantly penned.10
Thank you Kumarmani. I have altered it since you read it. Best Regards