I don't have a poem
within me today
nothing of magic
no words to say
no bright swathes of colour
no flavour, no scents
just battleship grey
all covered with dents
so where have they gone?
all the tales that I tell
why have the words vanished?
what dried up the well?
Am I walking too fast
or running too slow
have I given up living?
I really don't know.
I just don't have a poem
within me today
not one bit of magic
not one word to say!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Liar! .......When you find it send it to me...