Like fine spun gossamer in single file
It caught the air for seconds while
And hesitated in its' creep...
Before it plunged the depths true deep
The circles circled far and wide
On emerald waves and turbulent tide
Dopamine induced systolic
From deep bends arch parabolic
Colors hue in golden green lit
And lateral lines largely legit
Flung to the sky in ackward dance
Plucked from the ink of an Austen romance
One last surge from a tachy heart
Becomes oil on canvas and forgotten art
"Best laid plans do oft unravel"
Under the weight of Newtons' gavel ~ <><
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Jake Deeds. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.