Vignettes of scenes from my own way
Flicker past in nonsensical parade
From yesterday to birthday cakes and Christmas Trees
The reality keeps filling
My mother’s beckoned call,
In rooms I no longer know
A whirlwind, in cold intent
My mind engaged, my body in torment
The sight of you when first we met
Your tender smile in shy demure
A scene as real as it suggests
Please take this sear away
Thrash and fit for one more chance
Promises and pacts extricate, but for whose ears?
With arms and legs full of purpose
Now shoulder more than just my fears
Slowly, slowly I subside inside myself
To a filtered light rippling just beyond
Declining, declining I still can’t confess
As my mind replays, my body in severance
Struggles lost to pointless seems
My moment’s lapse is now your somber memory
I slip the pain for what I’ve known
As I descend in water,
Down,
Down
vividly narrating in a smooth pace whie at larrge intricate and intriguing as it develops........so artistic in its weaving..........rgrds/salu
Well written...a very very good flow...very well expressed...Fabulous work
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I would like to translate this poem
I can sense the struggle. You give us something to think about and supply our own experiences to yours which I like to do.