From My Poetry Diary - "The clairvoyant"
"The clairvoyant"
I attempt to view the picture clearly as history unfolds in front of my eyes, flinging truths through an intermediate.
The clairvoyant
Have foreseen the bleak future for a long time
It had come to a halt. So, who am I?
To try to change the old rules?
Same spot, different time... I, too
The bridge, see her washed-out face
The desire to drown one's fears Mine, as well
Which appears to be floating in her tears
The same fate, a different person
That image, which has been frozen in time In the back of my mind
I hope you enjoyed it.
Claudia