Is this creative?
Tonight, for some reason I write.
Hammered
Ossified
Rumbling and stumbling about
on an edge of some misguided
Creative endeavor.
It's likely not very good
But
I care not a whit,
Only because I sat here and
Penned
Something out when I just
As easily could have kept
Drinking.
These moments give pleasure
Why?
I have no idea but they express a
Feeling
Otherwise buried in some lost moments
That happen all to often
In my life.
So we take what arrives,
Smile at the moment,
Enjoy What it delivered
And move along hopefully to
Another
Moment,
Or another
drink.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem