By thought i wanted
to have a poem laid
in a flet blank paper
on my desk under my nose
where my eyes were at stare.
Intently with willingness
the paper was neatly stripped-
out of lines; the paper appeared
to be sarcastically agonizing
with readiness, i then changed
my gaze to my nails at my toes at
the tip of my feet.
I had by no meaning desire to change
a thought, i then kept my eyes still at
my feet not to glance up and catch another
thought that might sense to tell another
thought and forget to have a poem laid.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow creative way of putin thoughts to paper! Lovely super enjoyable poem! Tnx.