To Whom Do I Owe? Poem by April DOWN
To Whom Do I Owe?
To plan is such a rough guideline
Time and possibility will batter the flow
I betroth to the uncertain signs
That will steer me onto the crow
To whom do I owe my path
A universal exchange, A God or to the many?
For when Ignored I feel its wrath
The bitter then befalls me so timely, its uncanny
The gifts of obeyance so alluring
Yet inside the grit sticks to my teeth
But still I follow, sunken to the great burdening
No matter how life may be brief
Inquisitively and naively, I stare
Into the abyssal deepness of space
The flickers calling under my skin so rare
To return I know I will lose this face
A colourless spectrum
But entering the fullness of energy
Splitting and to re-emerge somehow
Into a particle seated in another's soul
There is the Sylvia Plath style in the lovely poem. Very enjoyable read, a good 5* more please!
"A colourless spectrum/But entering the fullness of energy " what a profound wordplay ❤️
Wow! Loved this great poem. Real poetry. " Inquisitively and naively, I stare Into the abyssal deepness of space The flickers calling under my skin so rare To return I know I will lose this face". Your have immense innate poetic talents.
Thank you so much for your complimentary comments, I am honored for you to read and enjoy my poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The poem was well thought out. Hey follow me and I will follow you to read more of your work.