This fine morning - sun through swaying palm trees,
the lap of waves heard distantly,
sunlight glinting on their sparkling lap-tops..
in cool rooms, breeze moving the curtains
like a seductive dancer,
a thousand hands of hope,
fingers of illusion,
tap out letters of beseechment
to the greater world
politely, generously, asking for support
to release for a substantial share
the huge but tied-up inheritance
of the late father who so sadly...
and hope springs eternal
as the gullible gulp and gasp
this fine sunny morning,
this funny-money morning
on the Ivory Coast
Michael...Coast a Lotta.. Tis a big mouthful of elephant tis what it is...
Michael you put the ivory in the coast, you do....Good to see you on-line...Like this piece...Moves sweetly & the theme is (i hear-tell) quite apropos to many here today, when they went to clear their in-box! Hope all is well in your world! Frank
You make me humbled and ashamed that I should ever complain. Placidly drawing attention to elements of variously human despair, gullibility and ignorance, with style and unique pen as ever M. t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Masterly, Pinchov! Reminds me of that Scots-Italian poet, Dan Tay..