How many poets have these pavements known
Stepping and storming, thinking and weaving
Lines into dreams; these cracked intellectual stones
Have mutely remained still under the onslaught of words:
Silent in the fury of the poet's world.
This twisted tree has seen me too
Trying to reason out what I did,
The evidence of the illogical emotion
And the rational linear world.
Why did the clouds run away?
Was there a reason the moon suddenly hid?
Why did the waves slosh and fall? Fated to follow the tide,
Feelings and fate, the poems pour out.
The city waits, accepting the flow
Of verse that, thrown into the river
Flowed on, flowed on. The river takes all
And life carries on, carries on.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Quite true..this is a different world of ocean where words and even poets get submerged to making of pearls...lucky divers get pearls of good quality...lovely poem
Poets are so special...They create their own world immaterial of their physical surroundings... Nice poem.
This is nice; I got a tremendous sense of the symbolism behind the words, very profound. Have to favorite this one, because it is exactly my kind of poetry.
well said Rani...imaginative thinking...very much original and creative work...thanks...10
'The twisted tree has seen me too', love it! Great poem! ~
This twisted tree has seen me too Trying to reason out what I did, The evidence of the illogical emotion And the rational linear world. I enjoyed the dig in these lines. CP
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In the poet's world poetry river is common to quench the thirst of readers!