The Trail Poem by Debora Short
The Trail
Deeply
Squinting
Past his pitiable myopic sight
In a calling discovery
That mark
That gave the notes
To their song
The rhythm to their beat
And a boundless promised delight
Was
Slowly coming
To a new consciousness
He knew the words to their songs
He wondered… why?
He had not
Seen the bonded
Mark of his brow
His sight was so much better
When he was younger
Why now?
Yet he grasped it
And walked
Among one of
Their
Numbered tribes
Interesting one here Debora, well crafted verse and left lots to the imagination! HG: -) xx
Quite a cogent & poignant Penning, young lady... Deep-rooted, indeed... A fine write, Debora'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''F j R
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Lots of interesting ideas and veiwpoints, lost me here a bit, but hey! who cares? there are still those out there that could grasp it Love duncan X