Loudest
My loudest poem is the most distant
It is the loneliest, harmless; quietest
It is silent, shy and aloof
Named I; it’s a lone wolf
And that is not read but for eye theft
For mind to interpret
And I asked
And I asked
And I asked
But hardly anyone read
Hardly anyone realized
Surely no one cognized
I is in chimney
I rise from fire
I am a broken
I am a burned
I’m the steam
The reflection
A book-cover
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
rise from fire, good writing, thanks.