I choose the noisy place
to gather ideas,
And so I start the pace..
To the Market,
I did hear a sound
Clamouring all around;
But nothing register,
So I just left the crowd.
.
.
I choose the solitary place
to gather ideas,
And so I start the pace..
To the Greenfield,
I did feel so calmed,
in fact,
I was too calmed,
to the extent,
my body could not respond;
And my laziness dominates the round.
.
.
Now I choose her place
to gather ideas,
And so I start the pace..
To my Girlfriend,
I did went to her room,
saw her sleeping in bed
She is half naked
And I find myself drooling. (Wooh)
.
.
I choose her mom's kitchen
to gather ideas
And so I start the pace..
To the Kitchen,
I can't resist the offer
Roasted beef on the table,
Oh how I love to savour,
Thank you for the dinner!
.
.
Now I choose the place,
Where without a trace,
to gather ideas,
And so I start the pace..
.
.
.
But I think now its too late,
As I just get exhausted,
I am but a wandering poet;
who jumps into different places
to write something about it.
such a lovely piece of writing, of a poet roaming to places for inspiration, with each place opening a different chapter. Really enjoyed this.
I came across a couple of typos maybe? 'coz' maybe to 'as'
'she's a half naked'
I found myself in a drool'- maybe-
'she is half naked
I find myself drooling' and in some other areas which I will leave to you Only suggestions I offer. But this has the making of a wonderful piece, well done
Michael :)
Thanks for your appreciation and wonderful comment. You know how I love to be corrected by a verygood poet like you. I will do some amendments as I take heed with your lovely suggestions. Thank you very much. Thank you Than you