Rancid remnants on porcelain
Dust accumulates
Pursuing the ideal-perfection.
My existence, my life frozen
Terrified to only partially achieve
Or to do it incapably
Keeps my lawn from being mowed
My laundry from being folded.
(S.A.2006)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jacquelyn, This speaks volumes. I feel for this poem as I can be just as frozen sometimes. A good read! Write on! Lynne