Just as I was playing a tune.
Regretfully for the most part
As the hap was inopportune.
Fervently pricking up their ears,
The lilies swung in a sweet dream.
They hadn't rejoiced for countless years
At a mellow air by the stream.
I wished a skilled luthier could aid
By replacing the broken string,
So in such a splendid parade
The lilies could wiggle and sing.
Heart-brokenly, I had to wait
Restlessly for a better fate.
I am an EFL teacher from Sfax, Tunisia. I have been writing poetry as a hobby, including Shakespearean sonnets, for the last few years. I firmly believe that poetry is, to some extent, articulation and perception, but it is essentially, and above all, inspiration!