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Thanks for your efforts to understand it! It's not about some transparent idea, just an expression of a sense that it was necessary not to ask about what you are eager to know, or for a definite...

The ideas of these verses and the constant interrogation go well with each other.

To not to seek an answer, a necessity
Buried alive in the noise
Holds a flower of his world
Blooming into Eternity

Red, or blue, of a vertical black
A wild squirrel plays with the light
To...

It feels like you've known it for ages or that you two are being there in a mutually independent position.

(Been 11 years, now am back...)

Working out a topic for a literature conference paper, hopefully...


Am living for a dream that looks dreamless...

Pete Ak: Thank you for your comment.
hillwalker: Thank you for pointing out the grammar flaws.

To me the meaning or rather a sensation is not subject to the grammatical relation; each word stands as a sign. The form which is formless gives the poem more freedom to express itself. I found the...

Glad you like it, virtuoso. Thank you for your comment.

"Read what it says, determine what it is about, assess the nature of its truthfulness in a historical context and then judge whether it's well written or not. Ultimately, whether you agree with the...

This reads to me like a poststructuralist writing.

The day is touched with a tragic feeling
A moment outside History -
An innocent you, the honest me.
Every thought of you, a phone call linking
The absence of your presence,
The echoing voices...

Dusk of Winter falls
Upon a page of mystery
Time walking athwart by
Spake the ancient Faith
Ere her womanhood

Battles of Her centuries
Fading allegories of Mind
Dimmed in the artless gazing...

Thanks, Sandman. I like your version of Stanza 1. The "mighty sound" can mean that voice heard from across the sea.

Fled the blue jailhouse and sat
Around, lilies in the shade
Called nightly across the ocean
beheld the heavenly gaze shine

Food n' forever love suffice
To keep her immune to sins
Or the...

This writing impressed us with the truthful tone of a human, and the simple presentation of Nature's subtleties.

Thanks, ucello.

Thanks everyone. It's about pain, but it's not exactly it. This writer couldn't draw conclusions either when she wrote.:skep: And tailor, that's very close!

I spent time on the philosophical contemplation of the sun and the moon, everything and nothing, meaning and chaos, death and life. Is it meant to be ironic, that people are limited by their...

Beautiful aching. It's not limited to the poetic self. There are mystic interactions - the "I" with the Earth, and they with the moon. I noticed that you referred to the moon as "he" while many myths...

Well, the rain stopped...:eek:

Thanks, hillwalker.

I write in the blank of death

Claiming the soul unrhythmic
Unlike the birds that construct
Or the women who fabricate

The devoid savors sanity in despair

Exactly, a raindrop. Thanks, hillwalker. I'm here for improvement of writing in this language. So just point out any mistakes if possible.

Ok. Thanks, Jack of Hearts.

Thunders came robed,
Winds' thread unravelled.
Rain, negating all façade,
stopped at birds' unwitting chirrup.

We are together
as thunders came robed,
winds' thread unravelled,
and rain,...

Thanks for your comments, Doralace and Shannon. Glad you love it in a way.

PrinceMyshkin: not hard to see the difficulty of understanding the last couplet - I've cut a lot from the original piece....