Self Portrate Poem by David Wood
Self Portrate
Rating: ★4.0
I'm sitting at my oak
Dining room table
Threading the line
To weave the thread
That lines this page.
Clara's at my feet
And Tina on the sofa
I gaze and
I write
Languid lines.
My laptop speaks
To me slowly
As I sip sherry
Or coffee.
Oh poetry,
a bitter sweet
Pill.
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poems By David Wood
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/19/2024 11:01:32 AM # 1.0.0.1119
bitter sweet Pill. - exactly on the sense of poetry!