Travelling Thoughts Poem by Anna Cellmer
Travelling Thoughts
November nights of great cities
Where the hotel- love dies
Torn with the anchor of the life
With the scream spitting out the world
Again, with the future
I rummage the time in rubbish heaps
To find the essence of the rights
Rulling over the immortality
Dipped in the twilit of the space
Swing with hips to raise the laughter
Which overfills me through and through
To shout unexisting names
To express a charm tells
Which are thundering sluggishly
Through the waves
Caressing my soul
By unremembered songs of the world.
The gentle space raises my body
To pour on himself with the surface
Seeking of the liberation
Somewhere behind the horizon
Of the Uncertainty
The Life depends of the power of shoulders
Groping for
the Resting-place
Would be possible to come back home
And at this time?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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5/5/2024 5:08:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice write Anna! this poem seems a bit different from the rest of your poems (so far, I've read few) Congrats for trying to delve in another prospectives. Love poems are cool but every poet wants to explore on other themes and styles and you succeeded here somehow. Nice verses and good use of metaphors this time. I also love your poem KISS, it was toned to the usual love poem every poetess would love to touch (when male counterparts touch on intellect-construct at times) but was expressed with another style that shivers to the bones. Wondrous! -- cynthia PS: thanks for visiting my site and providing me nice feedbacks.