Listening to an Editor from Writer's Digest, a boring
interlude, mind strays, eyes wander to the ceiling.
Glistening jewels hanging above, capturing my mind,
reminding me of the poetry I could be writing.
Mind glistening like the chandeliers, words and thoughts
pushing to get out, wanting to be expressed.
Laughter, loud, paying attention once again, listening
to Tom Clark.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Funny how easy it is for our minds to stray and beam back in. Like this piece which gives a little glimpse of your life!