(syllabic poem) Our awe is spun of old and stranger light, of other worlds and gilded giant stars, and trembling planets holding close their moons crowning wiser eyes that look upon their valleys never once beset by clever things until my feet disturbed the cosmic dust, and silent branded monumental toil where neither river nor earthly wind are found - just the stellar gale and black velour horizons; they force this brief and golden crown upon me and in the afterglow remains my presence with something bigger and more frightening than me: the mark and maker are even now heading for an end when any final words are written and the writing is dismantled and the parts devoured.
After being prompted by @Zornica Genova and @Miloslava to share more of my poems, I promised that I will post it on here, so here goes nothing. The first one is the one I recited at last night's graduation event Dreams I dreamt of your name on a different face, Still i knew it was you haunting my dreams night and day. I dreamt of rebirth and of you in a single night, Could it be that we will rise like phoenix from the ashes one last time? I dreamt of my dreams coming true, All in all I dreamt of you! And now for some of the graduation poems Tell me why Tell me why we have so little time Tell me why the world is of such design Tell me why there is pain Tell me why are we all chasing fame Tell me why we are here Tell me why my dear Success and failure Success and failure are both part of one's way, can last forever or just for a day As they both take turns, success grants us wings, but sometimes failure burns Nevertheless, life goes on pulling our strings. Rooftop A rooftop is a place to think, to gather your thoughts in the blowing wind, to let your mind flow into the starry sky, to watch the birds sing and fly to see the sun and the moon rise, to ask God for earthly advice. @Zornica Genova and @Miloslava I would love to hear your thoughts :) and everyone else's of course :)