it happens everyday, i die
and i relive, everyday
of black magic forests, clutter my being
everyday,
spring flowers winter icicicles all over me
everyday,
i proliferate thoughts in barren heart soil
blooming bytes in minds mines
everyday,
i die a tormented death
i take rebirth a laughing ME.....! ! ! ! ! !
a deep metaphor graced with lively imagery....dealing with the self and innerself...well expressed.
very cool, this is a very different poem. I see alot of contrast (the tormented death, and laughing birth) I love the whole reincarnation idea. Sometimes I feel like a spring flower and a winter icicle. A good read. Check out my stuff if you get a chance
Thank God you are yourself....no out-of-body experience yet....? Cheers. Subroto
I Me Myself--- strange I think like you sometimes powerful write A+ and 10+regards anju
Mutual feelings...women! ! ! same agony... wish us all happiness, Cate
Why you and me have loads in common....nice to have discovered you today!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful penning of thoughts, I enjoyed it.