Must be about folks dinner time?
Not much activity goin on here
Not many poems written I've seen in rhyme.
No new postings on my Inbox or Forum
Everyone gone?
Theres sort of a silent Poet decorum.
I never however, seem to be at loss for words
Not to say anyone
Would want to read mine
That's so absurd.
Some do and make a comment or two
And I do really appreciate.
But tonight they all must be settling down
And feasting or resting from whatever they ate.
Just the silence of a winter day
Will only turn into Spring time too.
And then to summer, where no one is rhyming
Not Anyone, but maybe me and one of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem