There are those questions
that just hang in the air
like broken spider webs,
wispy and transparent.
Some times you don't see them
and walk right into them.
Ida Werrett
A brilliant write of observation, and introspection. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ida- Someday I hope to write short poems half as well as you! Great piece. Take care- Frank