After reading,
it would be hard
to express my feelings.
That being the case;
there must be something
lacking in me.
Forever ready to blame myself,
I read and read again.
Your mind skirts
around the edges
of a different plain.
Your words in stanzas,
stretch and hurt
this mere mortal...
rendering him unable
to leave a comment...
on the content
of your art.
Poetry is just like that. Trying get get the vibe of a poets words.
Ian, it's been a while my good friend, such a pleasure for me to be reading your works again...You always express with depth....keep up the great work Ian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Don't be an introvert but be an extrovert you will be all right, my friend!