Today
I have no time
For poetry and such
Today I must make bookcases
To make space for some of
This poetry
A-floor.
I’m tired
Of tripping up
On Kipling and Bukowski
And all of the Nav Works Bloggers
I will break my poor heart
For my poor art
Sometimes.
But not
My neck, not yet
Not too young to die now
But en-tir-er-ly too busy
To pop my clogs over
A pile of books
Unread.
16th March 2008
Though provoking poem, poets write poem not for readers but for the hearts! A 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh I am so glad I did not miss this poem. You hit on one of my household's sticking points and made a very readable poem from this dilemma. I loved reading this thanks.