Mind walks far
During the foxy postmeridian.
Hey farest goal,
Perhaps in search of you
Cogitations get augmented daily
With the shade of banana tree.
Yet, do come back
At the call of miraculous fascination.
So wonderfully suggestive...those sessions of thought under a banana tree. There is a time for the thought-fox to slink about, hunting and being hunted. Cogitations follow their own orbit, but let us hope they regather into a powerful state of fascination.
Nice poem. Yet, do come back At the call of miraculous fascination.... is very nice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks dear Denis mair