An all-seeing eye of the cosmos opened
within me, having an epistemic sense of
power. The rain trickled down the oval-shaped
wet window. It wasn't a blue eye, yet 'twas bluing.
The blues of the stars
were trickling
out of their core. Over
your tasting part of the tongue full of sensations,
suffering words
struck the silence between us. I could not
comprehend their sense- their meaning
sank in the sadness of the rain.
The blues were absorbed by this rising dreariness.
I couldn't see you. Nor could I
achieve the tranquility of my mind. However,
I might presume that God might see this.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
your tasting part of the tongue full of sensations about itself, suffering words.. nice lines best part of life is silence that offers chance to recover in peace and reply at an ease
'An Eye for An I' is deeply and nicely envisioned. Thanks.
This is very heavenly scripted with powerful feelings.......Marieta......amazing write.......well-deserved 10
I might presume that God might see this. Powerful expression of thought. Nice job.
I might presume that God might see this. Powerful expression of thought. Nice job.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A thoughtful poem.......................................