Sparrows of lucite while being lost in
flight...Resembles a star-man diffused
dully of the light-not too smart or bright.
Sparrows of light-weighted as a dropped
paper-weight, so fragile and broken...
No longer, a man well versed-in life's
traditionalalised and communicated of words
thusly spoken!
We tend to want to spread our ideas of
late...As we tend to not pay attention to
our very own future's misfortunate fate!
Payment of bills to experienced of best...
Enables man to finally pass life's very
test!
01-17-2006'.
This is a poem with sound effects. The dominant /t/ sound which rhymes with the /t/ of the title is brilliantly employed. The imagery is beautiful. Susie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
MIKE...STELLAR WRITE...GOOD FLOW...NICE& TIGHT...IMAGES IN BLOOM...10.MY GOOD FRIEND'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK