Words are lurking in the
nooks and crannies of my cranium.
They wash away my thoughts
with a whoosh like a wave.
In their wake
a numb feeling follows.
Ties are loosened and
barriers fall.
Perhaps there's something to say
after all.
(Published in Metamorphoses, MA/USA,2010)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem