Voices and images often visit
my sleepless nights- and
days too, without light,
to evoke my sensuous pleasure,
but they speak naive tunes-
lack of set meter and form.
I, being a literary-blind,
set forth my reason
for the newly vocal and graphic trends,
to pen some odd emblems.
They say Homer did write eloquently
and Iliad was a masterpiece...
O, but I've seen more Afflictions in recent times
and Helen's Troy is just a middling rhyme.
And
If you take away from me
this harsh helplessness
that sicken my Art,
then you will see my words
dancing in the wind
like a tango
of the harvest feast.
The mind of Man is prolific
but if words are snooped
and visions are deterred,
then you must encrypt your thoughts
and immerse your Art
in a land
where only love lasts.
xk.
A nice poetic imagination, Xelam. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
welcome back John. very nice, love it.