One of the pleasures on a holiday
Is the ability to lose oneself
In the imaginary world of poetry
Without having to feel guilty
So here I am perfectly relaxed
Enjoying a break from the chaos
Of the real world sipping coffee
And typing random poetic thoughts
Always hoping that my readers
Will like what I write and not scoff at me
For imagining that I am writing poetry
When all I am really doing is recording
CRAZY RANDOM THOUGHTS! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry is actually the organization of random thoughts from deep recesses of the unconscious mind. Lovely poem with good rendition of words. Thanks for sharing.