Nature of my Poetry

my poetry is an element of my existence’s character,
a timeless experience reigning the mind/soul complex throne
condemned to be dethroned upon articulation.

Language exiles it to the labels of timeline and history.

Confined to the prison of runes, glyphs and symbols;
receded from ethereal music to limited auditory markers,
from endless primordial euphoria to structures of consistent imagery;
morphed from an eternal wanderer sage into a soldier of syntactic rules;
it dies
my poetry dies
my soul dies


26/03/2016 © Waseem Sherif

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