poem resonated with me. It's by the
new Nobel-Prize-winning poet,
Tomas Tranströmer.
Spring lies deserted.
The velvet-dark ditch
crawls by my side without reflections.
All that shines
are yellow flowers.
I’m carried in my shadow
like a violin in its black case.
The only thing I want to say
gleams out of reach
like the silver
in a pawnshop.
Elaine,
ReplyDeleteThis evokes the dark feeling of lack of inspiration, whatever the season. I love the imagery.