just when summers jostles with you
and your garment acts up acts on its own
buttons of your shirt come undone
and quite aligned with contours of moment
my mind goes awry
and unleash onto that minuscule excuse
the brute of imagination
go to places unseen, hear voices unheard
you awaken to the surging glint of my eye
straighten up and adjust sails
of discourse to the saner reaches
I too struggle to don the attire
of this hoisted weather
behind us sun leaves the world crimson
ah what a thief
Amazing where the imagination can take you with just a few misplaced buttons! This is a light and refreshing read, Rehan. It presented just a little peek beneath the 'sails of discourse'. When the mind strays, it's sometimes difficult to stay the course. Very nicely done! Linda ; -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
my mind goes awry and unleash onto that minuscule excuse the brute of imagination Rachel Ann Butler