When certain words and thoughts break Reason,
And they just live now on their own,
There's an Explosion and a lesion,
That cuts right thru an unknown zone,
These are the great Poetic Visions,
The sounding paintings, Metaphors,
And words that cross just every Season,
And leave you richer than before.
An inspired depiction of poetic thought. Very well written Sandra, and a departure from your love poems.
U indeed have made me richer by sharing these words.... the compelling words that paint our feelings create a newmasterpiece for atleast ourselves....
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I would like to translate this poem
this poem is written in octave. good structure, poetry is the painting of words in which the colors are found inside the heart of a creative thinker. nice poem. :) i invite you to read my poems. :)