Sometimes we perceive
A starker kind of beauty.
Light strikes broken glass.
Broken! No need to afraid Through this broken heart waiting the shining sun
Yes, sometimes we see the world as it truly is thru cracks in the veil or in this case, glass. Another well penned poem by one of the UKs premiere poets. I can see beyond all the cracked critics who give the awards and canned acclaim.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! This gets me thinking on so many levels, of order from chaos albeit beauty, so without chaos there can be no order meaning to me chaos is not how we perceive it to call it chaos. However, isn't chaos orderly in its own way? To be expected to follow it's own predetermined path in it's natural law of physics properties. A great poem Dominic and 10+