You ask me for the TOPIC, me the poet.
The problem is I often do not know it.
I have to guess
and guess
and guess again:
rue
regret regrets
despondency
melancholy
pessimism
solitude
sadness
none of them will do
I finally make something up
(nature, I think I said) ,
splash water in your cup
so you will let me be
and then I punch the key
SUBMIT
What topic did you choose for me?
I can not find the answer.
It's out there in the ether;
it must have fallen loose somewhere.
Let me take a breather.
Maybe I should be a dancer,
rather than a poet without a topic.
The topic of the poem - if you really need it,
then why don't you take a minute, call it up,
and READ it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the way this is written...