A silence has hung
Stale to the air
My tongue, words kept
Adverse to my nature
No flow of verse
A poet in decline
Perhaps burnt out
The last poem long gone
Days laid out in a writers block
Coffee and wine consumed
Poetry read and music listened to
Blank pages, empty screens, silent keyboards
All now being cast, forgotten
A voice is speaking now
Breaking the silence
And poetry has returned
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm glad the words have started to flow.