Possibilities

[cacian]

does mind believe in mysteries
when all our eyes are struck to see
the constant ticking of the clock
that goes beyond the clouds that sigh,
'is it too quick?
'is it too slow'?
then make up for all our reveries
as we stand looking to the skies,
wondering about the sceneries
as movements of time draw close
the vision of a sign to come.

are we done yet?
have we come short
to understanding the folklore?
that once upon a late
it had,
poured smiles to our ways
then fell apart
as it flew fast,
forgetting to slow
down to pace,
the very basics it had raced?

we looked back to see what went,
pieces of reckless mundaine state
we sobbered up and asked oursleves
'is it too late?
'is it too early?'
have we come close as hands stroke 2?
Is it right this twice around ?
Do we start the chimes again?
going back never flirts the tides
and
turning new phase might just lay
pages of a better days.

[hillwalker]

Your energy never ceases to amaze me - but it's difficult as an English reader to make sense of a lot of your poetry. Your mode of expression is at times perplexing which detracts from any poetic quality your work might have. It's not a case of stretching the nature of language - it's a case of mangling it beyond comprehension. I'm not sure what the solution is other than to read as much English material as you can in order to get a feel how it's written.

H

[Fellsman]

Hi cacian


You have a unique style, mixing metaphors with same gay abandon that a boozy barman would mix cocktails - going back never flirts the tides just has to be my favourite. There is something almost compelling about this avant-garde write!


Fellsman

[cacian]

Fellsman I thank you for your feedback.
Haha...I like your expression of
'gay abandon that a boozy barman would mix cocktails'
it made me smile.