Composing Poetry Poem by Sandra Feldman
Composing Poetry
I can hear
The inner music,
And,
I compose
But not with
Notes,
I compose
With words
That my heart
Heard,
Once upon a time,
Somewhere,
Somehow,
Long ago,
When love was love
And had
No other place,
To go...
Poetry has music inside and music has poetry! Wonderful poem once again Sandra!
"I can hear the inner music, and I compose ".... very true, but a revelation. This is exactly how poems are born. May be while I drive, may be in the middle of the night, may be during the interim after I wake up from a deep deep slumber
So very true! Thank you for your very kind 5 star interpretation of this poem.
Cont.: When love was love And had No other place, To go...WOW! I like very much this scintillating phrase. Thank you so much for sharing.
When love was love And had No other place, To go...These are the last four lines of the great Poetess my dear friend Sandra's poem. I love these words through and through, so passionately written and so admirable with great poetic art
Dear Sylvia, Thrilling words so beautifully dedicated to this simple poem. Extremely gratifying, touching and beautiful. You have my sincerest gratitude for them. Happy New Year and thank you for your incomparable, dear, poetic soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A wonderful and heartwarming write.
Not as much as your friendship, poems and lovely commentary words are to me. They bring me such happiness and comfort! Best of the New Year for you too