Overbored, upturned, ignored
Stuffed inside tight belly of a beast
Overchewed, undigested, though adored
Before dying we do need some priest
Reborn unspoken, dumb, untold
In the land of eternal mist
Guess there's too much to unfold
With uninvited guests at this feast
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Read my comments also. I am not as polite as Michael Shepherd. I find very little enjoyment in your writing but notice that your stuff is sitting everywhere, space that is needed by poets who also have a claim here. Personally, I would post an occcasional one, you might get some comments back from readers and some may even like one or another of your stuff.Stranger things happen. H