This is where nightmares live
deep in the mind,
unshakeable
and sometimes true.
I dived for wisdom
among silver shells,
Chinese lanterns glowing
fire.
I wondered
in theforest of thought
how much time
had been misplaced
looking for my past.
Lasting, as memory does,
I stand in the vacuum
you've left behind,
drawing thoughts from nowhere,
wonderingwho I am.
Waf
A different kind of poem for Sally Plumb- about alienation and emptiness it seems, and even nightmares and she writes about it with poetic grace but I miss the clever charm Sally is so quick and consistent with!
Being confronted with death isn’t very charming. Nice try. Best wishes. Sally
Lasting, as memory does, I stand in the vacuum you've left behind, drawing thoughts from nowhere, wonderingwho I am..... beautiful
Not one of my best, a poor attempt I would admit. Thanks fo your interest. Sally
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem! I really enjoyed the reading - a 10
Thanks for your interest, Carl. It is much appreciated.