In the garden
You sit upon my book
I look you in the eye
…receive a pleasant look
I think myself your master
Too bad you cannot read…
Ah…but kaleidoscopic eyes
See beyond what I’ve conceived
Now you are my master
And I am but your pet…
Remember me in your travels
For you I’ll not forget
I envy your content and style. I have wracked my brain to get there, but not yet.
You do write exceptionally well. This is another poem that has al the mechanics of what real poetry is all about: unity, meter, rhyme, content, and style. The subject is subtly referred to in these lines and it was a clever idea to address 'the fly' as someone, and then work on it through the verses. Really clever, artisitic, and immensely enjoyable to read. I have a passion for reading real poems, and the rewards of that passion come when I encounter poems such as this.10++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmm i especially like your poem a lot :)