A poem, to me:
A statement, speech, a view.
Onomatopoeic metaphor
About me and you.
Plotted and planned,
Or just a thing I do.
From instress to inscape,
Hopkins-like,
So very, very true.
A riotous myriad of colours,
Scented roses,
Touches new.
In verses and stanzas,
Pocket pictures you see;
Iambic rhythms and pulses,
Traditional verses,
Or free.
Time for tea.
PB Or Skryboss (C) Yorkshire Dales Saturday 19th September 2009 at 11.30.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Starting to get down to business now.