I sit before the keys
and stretch my
hands and mind.
Thoughts tumble
and fall.
Not on paper,
but to the floor.
Some days I soar
while on others
I do not fly at all
I am a dodo bird
chained to my earhly
nest, all snug and warm
so very dull
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Susan, you captured me so well in this. You are so near the truth you would not believe. I am adding this to my favs as a reminder when I feel like a Dodo. Loved it, Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. Hugs David