1.
I want to seize this time gathering my thoughts
My muse bids me - in September
There is so much to write
and nothing to write at all
I want you, dense, like smoke.
2.
Photos of your dwellings make me cry
a porch, a castle, and empty bench near the lake
I remember our house
when I kept your shoes.
Why do you always leave me?
Your promise of coming back is what I hold dearest.
Around the visionary earth
I wait like a child
If I could only tell you what you meant,
there is no point in writing.
A nice poetic imagination, Rose. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem Rose Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken