I linger in the doorway, but wasting time.
open doors are watching the road
no move, no sign of life.
lines are inviting me to challenge
but walking power...oh it''s lost.
doors are closing to rain.
unfit desires and powers,
doors are raining.
waterscreen is sentencing:
wet eyes unable to watch the distance.
and miserable I is disspirited...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is good imagery here. Keep on writing fine poems. You have something of worth to offer. Regards, Sandra Fowler