Silence, except for the poem
The poem is reading in my head
I can make it stop, for a while
Then it starts again
I can jump onto the words
And for a time I ride the line
Then dropping off I stand and watch
as the poem goes rolling by
The poem has broken colours
Bits of sound and not much shape
And suddenly I am in tears
I have to look away and wait
Finally there is silence
Full fat voluptuous silence
Except, except for the poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well than, thank God for silence, for this is indeed a wonderful poem....but, 'baby, baby, please don't cry.' ~~marci. :) ~~~