A room full of arty types
all vying to be heard.
Gathering for an exhibition
of photographs by someone.
The pictures hung on a board,
displaying the work done.
Everyone shares a viewpoint
on how the photos were done.
I sit and smile
as the voices around me chatter
in a mêlées of nice conversation
indistinguishable from where I sat,
but the hands and arm waving
amused me quite a bit..
30 May 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't which I'm more amused at your poem or Andy's comment...but worth the read: O)