I
Oh willow like a bird so fair
Your hair abloom ignites the air
Oh oak so solid stately strong
With only pathos for your song
And yet below the ground
Their fingers meet
Their arteries are one heartbeat
Their breathing but a single sound
II
Redeem the tide that draws us all
Our quest for touch is not so small…
Yet as pebbles on a beach
Our eyes are strung
On strings our hearts can barely reach…
Naked prawns upon a bed
Each searching for a meaning…
In Passion’s lonely head
Fear’s screaming
“Love is dead! ”
III
Now love is lust in the wind
To the branch of a tree it give in
A neck in a noose
The horse is a friend
'Till slap of hand it seduce
Now maybe you say
'Life is short
Why not a toss in the hay'
But battles not fought
Are dreams for another day…
Fantastic imagery and metaphor, vivid descriptions that sway the colored imagination. Poetry in art form! 10+++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah- the muse of Erato-mighty fine and done in rhyme -A 10 All of your poems are very good-send more Joe