ACCORD Brief sensation, between pleasure and pain, a shrapnel rock on the soft wet sand. Memories cascade from distant valleys, hypodermic, water finds it's own way (even in darkness) A faint sound of your footsteps on the suspended bridge. Slight vibration and stillness again. Let the mountains hide their remorse in the snow. Hibernation will not heal the wounds of a pulsating star, neither shall it prolong the life of a falling meteor.
Tariq Masoud's Questions:
1. I would like general comments on this poem.
2. Does it convey any sense or message ?