No Goatskin Study
As day fades to twilight and darkness consumes the day,
This poet writes another verse and ponders in dismay.
For his search to reach the reader's heart is often misunderstood
The poet fights the battle between any truth and falsehood
The candle light is flickering across the painted room,
Dusty photograph's hold memories promoting out some gloom.
Writing another phrase, another line, a verse, distilled.
He remembers some unrequited love still yet unfulfilled
He's often enticed to write words that he would never, ever share,
It's the fear of the agony and discomfort that he could never bear.
Searching for another line to try and open the next verse,
Words race through his mind, his fingertips are now adverse
The candle light is fading as another dawn begins,
Sun then brightens up his study, one void of any goatskins.
He then concocts the phrase he's seeking until now unfulfilled,
'I loved her with a devotion that she dissected and then killed '
James Casey 2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem