Like a pendulum,
or a metronome,
my moods swing -
backwards and forwards,
left to right
right to left -
Or is it more
like an elevator
that goes up and down
the high-rise building,
from top to bottom
stopping sporadically
at specified stops.
I pres all the buttons
on this new-fangled elevator
so that I can stop
the popping in my ears,
so that.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem that captures you, makes one want to read it again. I enjoyed it, as it was a different type of poetic write. Could imagine the movement... well done.; D