Margaret Alice Second

Gold Star - 16,047 Points (24 January 1961 / South Africa)

Final Touch - Poem by Margaret Alice Second

My first Spanish translation – a Google-led
interpretation – with few mistakes – oh joy,
I’m busy with the Portuguese Phytosanitary
Regulations - with Hanlie’s template - and
Annette showing me how to copy & paste
tables thus no need to retype Latin terms

Never sat down today, standing in front of
my desk rising on my toes doing pliées as
my feet felt too much strain: maybe John
Kehoe is right when he says good things
happen when we affirm belief in ourself,
even the alien in my head’s peaceful -

This is the greatest victory – to be able to
concentrate without his noise in my head,
he just needs to throw a few tantrums on
paper then goes to sleep – it’s all due to
your scrutiny which led me to scrutinise
you realising I found a Master teaching

The art of cascading breathlessly and how
to create mystery while your riddles show
life as perpetual self-discovery, here the
spiralling snowflakes on my walls turn
the magic on and pink flowers with
white bows add the final touch…

Topic(s) of this poem: happiness


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 10, 2015



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