An eight line verse I tried to write,
It kept me up near half the night.
Twas not so much the missing rhyme
More vexing was the metre's time.
When in the end my pen laid flat,
the paper bin was bursting fat.
How sad, the promise of that verse
became instead an evil curse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cute little verse. You wondered why I suggest a poem. It's just that something in the poem seems to conjure up a thought in mine, sort of an answer to your poem. For that reason I suggest - A Writer's Dilemma - Adeline