Oh heavenly day
sky steel grey, wind cold
respite from the infernal heat
must find something enchanting
to read, by installing a new device
hubby killed all DVD watching
opportunity, no Bedknobs
and Broomsticks today
I shall visit the children’s library
bound to be something good tucked
away, I could not fulfil expectations this
week, could not meet requirements in the
heat, I felt like a wreck, doomed like the
Flying Dutchman to float from coast to
coast on seas of sad miseries
suddenly on Thursday
Everything went awry, the harder
I tried, the less I accomplished, must
find an escape in my mind, withdraw from
a physical reality in which things go wrong
create a parallel universe where laughter
and song bring the joy not found while
living a material life, the joy of free-
dom lies in the creation of things
That will exist in the future
if we dream passionately
enough…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem