I’m one of those writers who doesn’t know how to spell.
One of those sunglassed men – so cool – who can’t stop shaking.
One of those beauties with a smiling face,
When a dropp of opera and a few waves of coffee,
Bring me near my dreams.
Hope is brought on by negative circumstances:
Something that didn’t happen.
Relaxation is found in t.v.,
Where everything is a count-down to oblivion.
Now I’m waiting for my lovely dad to come home,
He has some preparing of vegetables to do.
I’ll make sure he won’t notice I was crying,
Or atleast I was trying to.
Copyright Mark Pollins 2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Welcome to PH Mark, while you profess to have spelling a difficulty it is not evident in this poem. You hint at circumstances trying break or beat you in a simple but coherent poetic format. This is indeed a good beginning. Rgds, Ivan