All these reported things <br />they told repeatedly to me. <br />Seated with twisting snakes <br />envy desire bitter jealousy. <br /> <br />How tall she stands <br />how proud she looks. <br />Of her beauty envious <br />her beauty sparkling told. <br />Of five foreign languages <br />spoken with flawless fluency. <br />Without error inflected <br />better than native speaker. <br /> <br />Five languages yet <br />within this soul I grieve. <br />Five languages frozen <br />bound cannot express. <br />Non-communication <br />of your innermost self. <br />Expression others may do <br />at ease with language one. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright © Terence George Craddock<br /><br />Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-postural-pose/
