A while in the wilderness
~
time has passed
since I last wrote
felt driven to create
the poetic urge
has been distant
almost forlorn
lost in the widerness
a part of me
has wandered
where a wandering eye
looks upon sights
pictures and dreams
all echo in ink
residing in this soul
the soul of a man
wanting to write
poetry
something beautiful
majestic
but no, not of late
a time to return
has come
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Welcome back to poetry land. We all go through it, when the urge to speak seems closed and we feel bereft. You expressed these feeling well and I enjoyed your poem which was well written and thoughtful: O)) BB