I don't know what to write,
but, yet again, here I am -
pen in hand, busy to write -
what a fool I am?
My cursive writing I can't read,
so my pen keeps rolling ahead.
Thoughts, ideas, dreams - unmet.
To write completely fills my need.
I can paint my sky purple if I want.
I can picture myself in a far-away land.
I can do wonders with a magic wand.
Change the world in a daring stunt.
I don't know what to write,
but I still keep dreaming at night...
ah, the angst of not knowing what to write, I love this poem, its truly beautiful, You never cease to amaze me. :)
Good work Jacqui! You have baronial thoughts. By saying I can't write I think you used PARADOXICAL element. Truly I appreciate your poems. There light in these words of yours........ 'I can picture myself in a far-away land. I can do wonders with a magic wand. Change the world in a daring stunt.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Even in your writer's block, you remain a poet of creation. That exhibits amazing talent.