My words collect in a nonchalant pool,
rides the waterfall with utmost grace.
At the bottom to bounce like a manic fool,
and scatter their logic all over the place.
Then I wade in to search for a jewel.
Roan mar.2008
And the jewel lies within this poem...Solid Work, Ann, indeed! ~ FjR ~ ..2008..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this imagery and how you ride the waterfall. I am sure you always end up the right side up. Well done! Karin Anderson 10