The words
come to me
demanding to be
written
& are bitterly
disappointed
to find that I am
me
not
you.
Somehow, they had managed to
turn up in the wrong head
mistaking me for you
because I was thinking
so much
of you.
Too late now
they come to realise
their mistake.
Reluctantly they
agree to stay & be
this
poem.
I can see they are not
impressed.
Missing Bulgaria & ending up
in England in an Irish head
is bad but badder still
geting the sex wrong
& being this guy!
A word breaks down
begins to cry.
'She's got what the Arabs call tarab! '
one word is heard to remark.
Yes...yes it's that intoxication of the senses
beyond all reason! '
another word elucidates....almost hallucinates.
'Hey shit for brains! '
a bunch of words cruelly calls
'Onelia would have written us
better than this! '
Some words try to hide
in the space between the lines.
Some words hide
in the surrounding empty space
refusing to come out
or even talk about
...'it! '
Some words live lives
of quiet desperation
silently
erasing themselves.
Some words hijack
this page
& turning it into
a paper aeroplane
demand to be
taken to Sofia.
They are already incensed
to have missed your birthday.
So, if by your dreaming head
a paper aeroplane appears
full of frustrated distraught
words
take them
they are yours.
You the better poet
than I could ever be.
You... the great you
me...merely me.
What a gorgeously creative piece! Oh to be in your head for a day, those words are very lucky to have you fashion them into a poem as pretty as this. HG: -) xx
: D: D Wow, I do not know about me getting one year older yesterday, but I feel how my EGO is growing up and growing up higher and higher :) I am in the sky, can you see me - the small point behind the clouds :) What of a lovely poem, I cannot believe you devoted such a gem to me. Do I deserve it :) Thank you so much! Allow me an important remark only: I am not a better poet, OF COURSE NOT! With love, onelia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Of course, I came back to read 'my poem' and to find new aspects of it :)