I see an obstacle
always a roadblock
in my dreams and when awake
I see this road sign
always the stop sign.
I thought third time is the charm.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I wrote this poem after failing my third driving test. I was crushed when I failed it the first time but had thought I would pass it the second time. Third time is the charm did not work for me, though. I have given up the whole thing and see myself more suited to being a back seat driver.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Sofia Kioroglou is a poet, writer and prolific blogger residing in Athens, Greece, with her husband Peter. She remembers herself born with a quill in her hand writing poems and painting beautiful pictures. Her recent work "Guns and bullets" is included in a the Poetry Against Terror Anthology and her poems have appeared in Verse-Virtual, Writink Page, Silver Birch Press, Poet's Corner, and Bonsaistories among others. Last July, her poem "You won't come" was singled out in the 4th Ceasar Dapontes Poetry Competition, winning a commendation award, and her haiku "Beyond this life" appears in the Haiku Anthology of Spiritual Horizons in Cyprus. To learn more about her work, visit sofiakioroglou.wordpress.com.
I am glad I didn't have to pass a test to walk.: -) The time you learn to accept and move on is the charm, Sofia
Good morning, Kelly! What a treat to turn on my PC and read your comment. It is always a pleasure to hear from you. Blessings to you and your family! Best, Sofia
The flow of the poem is marvelous though coming from a pessimistic attitude. Thanks for sharing a personal temporary setback in the form of a poem.
Life is like that at times! However, be positive and move on with your mind. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ouch! That would dent anyone's optimism. Is the traffic there appalling? Or is it that deep deep down inside you'd really rather not stress out over driving when there are so many more delicious things for a poet to do- -like play with the colors and hues of words when describing a sunset over a Grecian ruin? You know we vote for stress-free poeting!
Well, you got me bang to rights. Truth is I would rather not stress out over driving. I need it like a hole in the head with so many things weighing on my mind! Love your comment Susan! It is always a treat reading your comments