I want to play
Like I used to when a napkin was as much a pant
As a pair of jeans
When there was still twilight in the west
And who cares what the night may bring
I want to play
The piano in the church without missing a key
While the choir sings
And would not raise my headx
To see the late-comer enter
I want to play
The game of chess in the open parks
With such an abandon
And hope not to jump with a start
At the sound of an explosion
I want to play
A movie from the rentals
Without the blood and horror
That I watch for free
Daily on the city streets
I want to play
With the solemn words
That echo my thoughts
In this lonely playground
Like the rounds of a firing machinegun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very original James, I really enjoyed this beautiful write with inspired lines that paint so vividly your reflections!
Thank you. I would luv your comment on my poem SIMPLICITY. some people think it should have been longer and not a three-line stanza. I am still learning, your criticism is welcomed.