One, one:
The sky's undone,
The rain's come out to play.
Two, two:
A boat's my shoe,
My cars keys down the drain.
Three, three:
Car hit a tree,
A river now, the lane.
Four, four:
I need an oar,
These raging currents tame.
Five, five:
Barely alive-
What's my fate; can't say.
Six, six:
I'm in a fix;
It started, rainbow-stained.
Seven, seven:
The rain is driven,
A curtain blocks the way.
Eight, eight:
The rain abate,
I'll rest here while I may.
Nine, nine:
Some footing find,
Rain gone; the clouds are grey.
Ten, ten:
Now quiets the wind-
I won the lottery today!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
April is perhaps the most inspiring month. It produced this lovely poem!
Thank you. (I admit I was inspired by your creative bio and writing.) Cheers, P