Like Venus Anadyomene
You rise from
the torquoise waves
that oceans are made of,
Not a veil
shades your skin
nor your heart.
Hades with its
gossamer shade of sins
gnaws at my heart,
with its tongue forked.
My rejoinder to Dilipji's post: often find that I have no control how a poem takes shape when is born. It just takes birth as it pleases. So, I cannot insist everyone to read it. It is the poem, who decides, who would read it and enjoy.
though I wish that my poems communicate with everyone and everyone reads and enjoys them.
your specific aspect of poetry. I don't know who likes it or not but it is the broader spectrum of poetry... wonderful
I often find that I have no control how a poem takes shape when is born. It just takes birth as it pleases. So, I cannot insist everyone to read it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem has her everlasting beauty Bravo! ! ! ! !