My roving eyes - asteroids
with no predictable trajectory
collide with yours
the blow so oddly softened
by blooming irises of eyes
not even sparkles do arise
just short exchange of smiles
This special providence is
sometimes something very nice.
I am about to kiss
the finger of fate twice.
(this is a B-day poem in advance :)
Sofia,07/07/09
Lovely ONE... tis gorgeous trajectory piped as icing... who needs the cake... aroha, Planz xx
'my roving eyes...collided with yours'...how wonderfully put!
the blow, the collusion get metamorphosed into a 'kiss'...so poetically..let it happen like this always....thanx
Onelia Blow Up. People can only enjoy waiting for the rest.
There are some cracking lines in her Onelia, I still marvel at your ability to pull together beautiful stanzas with your brillant grasp of Bulglish! HG: -) xx
The trajectory of your mind never ceases to amaze me. I can only gaze at its beauty and wish upon its star...my eyes blsooming with your thoughts...taking root in my heart.A perfect parabola of thought and feeling. love Dónall Dónall
Beautiful penning Onelia, I love the line about the irises blooming softly, you capture it so well. Almost like watching one of those nature programmes where they show the blooms of flowers opening in slow motion. HG: -) xx
Sadness at heart, smiles on face Strange situation, difficult to trace. CP
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem written and shared! ! !