oh so many choices
are here
moving in to let you
see
the skies in the stars
or the broken pieces of glass
on the muddy ground
the way within or the losing
of the self
to all without
to get a gun or choose a flower
to cut or to connect
to tear or to mend.
oh, there will be choices
of what to see
the misery or the joys
the sorrows or the exhortations
to eat or to go hungry
to die or to live....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
to get a gun or choose a flower to cut or to connect to tear or to mend..you are playing with contrasts.. contrasts is a literary technic to express the themes a writer wants to expose.. thank you dear poet. tony