(poetry in progress)
slyvia looks for words to fit into her imagination
and calling of her art as inspiration carries her in
a carriage to her shangrila, poetic land
in the thesaurus she finds her compass to her destiny
she plucks the ears of her pedigree horses
so sure that they would gallop her to her promised land
of charms, away from the tempest of torments
enveloping her
so artful, so apt, her work is rescued by her
toil, an armada of gold blown asunder
only to be steered to the right path
and harbour a lady fated for her art
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice work John. Well crafted. I give it a ten.