my poetic joss
seems
to have run out
for now.
this patch of dry ink,
feels like a bee,
visiting flower to flower,
only to find no honey
oh goddess of poetry!
when will thou
take a seat
on the tip of my tongue
for the river of poetry
to flow freely?
© 2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant poem. Each time I read it I like it even more.