The Strings of ideas that flow
From the point of my knowledge stick
Will be of what use
Occupying the little space in my head
And lost to the intended beneficiaries
The publisher's wage is a hang loop
Constrict my vessels to cease
But if the flow will not dry
I will take solace in the chain product
And hope for the Halley's Comet
When the butterflymight emerge from the cocoon.
(Friday 8th December,2000.3.45 pm)
Lovely Expressions for a dilemma faced by all authors. Some time just clearing our head and spending some time in our own company is a good enough reward without hoping for a Halley's commet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hang loop! ! ! Pool of the publisher! Wages. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thank you Edwards. Remain blessed
Thanks for yournice comments.