Obsessed with a thought
teasing, he daunts
some divine sleeps,
postpones a feast,
and skips meals.
for no day's plenty
to fulfill that budding dough
of idle verses
lurking in his head,
whistling, enticing!
Pale, scrawny, and hungry;
looked upon with pity;
is it proven he's unhappy?
Been addicted to life,
too large to chew.
Addiction, difficult no matter what the obsession is. Good poem-Melvina-
Great ending, Melanie, life is too large to chew... imagine trying to swallow. Well done! Brian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like your style of poetry. I appreciate the length of the stanzas as well as the thought provoking content within. Can't wait to read more of your work.