there is a way
to be direct, even in this
you tell the truth
not wrapped in metaphors
you let the world know
using the right word
in bold statements and
then you disappear
somehow there is another
way to be indirect
about our personal truths
which should not ruin
others, or carry them into
a contagious affection
now this is it
your truth sandwiched by
delicious similes
and comfortable metaphors
you may use a fable
or even a fantasy
you drive a point or
a nail
not using hammers but
that hush and whisper
your flowers are hands
you touch a tendril
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem