to that which is temporary - life itself
I stare into the vacuum that spreads before me
Into the siphoning of thoughts that go haywire
The end of the channel in sight or so it seems
Entering the lighter foam from dreary existence
Those days of chasing the bright and beautiful
Now astounds the conscience of the silken heart
The innocence of those wispy dreams do draw
Aping the foam of years gone by in smooth ecstasy
Then cherished golden hours that ruled the mind
Sole aimed and dreamt of in strands self taught
Fantasy ruled moments of inexplicable small joys
Reaping fruits of seeds sown in the foam of life
By choice we learned to live those precious years
Adapting to varied circumstances gently woven
Absolutely beautiful. Your mind followed the theme and captured its existential meaning as it disappeared amid the wave-spume. You have a good grounding in poetic diction.
yes....a very beautiful poem....for that which is transitory... loved it. thank you ma'am.
emotions sensitive depressing...temporary i believe...one can find an agonized heart in depth in this poem...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have a poem titled IN THE FOAM, which is based on imagination and not as true to lived experience as yours is.