Translation...Transition

People tend to walk in different sets of circles but that doesn't stop someone from trying to observe or walk the same way...

The usual haunt

Crowed little room

Filled with chit chat

And poet's talk

With my mediocore coffee

And squinty eyes

I try to focus on

These words

These colors and shapes

That admit from

The aura around you

Scholor's words drip

Drip like the most potent wine

One taste and I'd be...

Swiming in the thickest

Aphrodisic in the world

But the potency speaks

Volumes in words

I can't comprehend

Like an outsider looking in

I long to be a part

Of the circles you speak in

Speak easy and speak around

The more I try and translate

The more the blurred the lines get

The more muffled the words

A novice pines

For something someone

She doesn't quite understand

One needs to comprehend

Before one can understand translation

To stand the slightest chance

But is it worth all the confusion?

Author's Note

Please ignore my speeling and grammar thank you! Also thank you for reading (and rating) my work, I hope you enjoy it!

Reviews

[Alias Fletcher]

I enjoyed this and I can relate to the poet's desires. Finding a hero to emulate can be a huge motivator to higher achievement and excellence.

[bluessadmood]

Lovely write,lovely thoughts,how I enjoyed them all..
Chit chat ,poets talks,with my coffee and squinty eyes I try to focus on words,different colors and shapes
Words drip like most potent wine,how i taste how i drown in the thickest world,bunch of words ,cant comprehend
they speak to me,an outsider looking in,long to be part of the circles that speak to me..
the more I try to comprehend,the more blurred it all gets,try to live it,translate it,dont stand a chance
But still its worth ,worth to see so much blur,so much confusion..and I so love it
lovely write..