press my pretty face in the green grass—
a growing layer of never-ending cloud cover—
searching for the smaller world
with my pretty face and the green grass
touch my fair fingers to the cold earth—
the perfect foundation for third-person encounters—
operas in earnest, no such thing as city light
with my fair fingers and the cold earth
expose my sunflower iris's to solemn forms—
as transcendental yet as microscopic as myself—
wondering if realization is truly universal
with my sunflower iris's and solemn forms
manifest my bright mind to passive poetics—
internal analysis between simple and sublime—
with my face in grass, and hand on earth
The Sun snarls ferociously at my back.
'expose my sunflower iris's to solemn forms— as transcendental yet as microscopic as myself— wondering if realization is truly universal with my sunflower iris's and solemn forms' I find these lines interesting, and incredible. Merci beaucoup de nous partager Kale, c'etait magnifique. H&K's Jess**
are u really 19 years old? Your writing is as if you have been through all stages of a poet's writing to maturity. I am sincerely impressed and amazed! ! ! I'll be watching you :)
searching for the smaller world with my pretty face and the green grass But it is so large, is it not? The way these small things affect us so... Great poem! Favorite! By the way, I love the last stanza: 'The sun snarls at my back'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is whimsical and fun (I may be simple minded; but I do my best LOL) . It's intriguing to read comments from one young genius about another young genius' poem! Cause then I have to go check out the other poem..and get into this endless loop thingy. But it's really engrossing. (smile) Maybe I hoping some of the amazement will rub off on me by association!