this is the time
actually, when i have nothing to say,
and with this predicament
i learn
to go into an imagination that somehow
the next minute
i have something important to say
to myself. I stop.
i think.
i must.
i have really nothing important to say
and i am talking to a friend
we chat
and i keep on answering with nothing
really important
i guess we are in the same boat
this broken boat of the mind
no port, no destination
in the middle of the ocean
up there sky and down here
sea.
Wonderful poem. it a pleasure to read it. thanks for sharing.10 points.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A clever one! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !