Having lost myself in wandering
Watching one estranged conductor leading
Some symposium of roses
In this garden one day pondering
Why these roses waved and yet were bleeding
As they change in shifting poses
Staining blood in need of laundering…
Then I found my notes and started reading
How these flowers signal closes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hunter, I think this Delonia Elata is an ex-girlfriend perhaps. She is devilishly wrong about your work. Keep writing and I love what you do with your images. You have my trust as a fellow poet. S.