I'm sitting at my oak
Dining room table
Threading the line
To weave the thread
That lines this page.
Clara's at my feet
And Tina on the sofa
I gaze and
I write
Languid lines.
My laptop speaks
To me slowly
As I sip sherry
Or coffee.
Oh poetry,
a bitter sweet
Pill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
bitter sweet Pill. - exactly on the sense of poetry!