We met somewhere in a dark corner of this uppish World
And came to know each other within a second.
Still I remember;
'What day is today? ' You inquired in a friendly way.
Then I said; 'It's Friday.'
'All right I'll see you on next Friday.'
How many Fridays were gone?
And I didn't see you anymore.
I raised my hands to the nameless sky
And whispered; 'When shall we meet again?
*............of that day or hour no one knows.
An interesting encounter...for such is life...one knows not trhe day nor hour [bibical] what the future holds.Thanks for inviting me to read your work-I'll read more. I invite you to my poems too. I wrote one today and put one on that's written awhie ago: 'Ephemeral Love' and 'Turkey Strut'
A fascinating encounter. Your last line is especially dramatic. Exceptional, nimal. Kind wishes, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You use adjectives to dramatic and unusual effect ('uppish World' and 'nameless sky') in this fascinating poem about the power of relationships and the uncertainty of tomorrow. Another fine poem to ponder on. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥