~ In Answer To Her Letter*
How often I have read your words;
How well I understand.
I also hear what others say,
And how they do expound.
And then I hear you say,
As though I’m sitting by your side:
I’m only writing simple words,
So it’s better here to hide.
Sometimes I’m only wondering,
And so I put it down
To help my readers wonder
Until the truth is found.
For poets are asking questions
Of everything that’s been.
They wonder, then they look around,
Then write what they have seen.
Our wisdom is not greater
Then others who would know.
We are just inquisitive
And so it has to show.
But then the world looks on
And exaggerates our dreams,
And in our simple words they find
Their own tendency to extremes.
*Referring to Emily Dickenson's poem
This is My Letter to the World
Very good approach Adeline. In a world such as ours, there is indeed a great need for answers. Sometimes many years pass before an answer arrives. I was once inspired to write a poem based on the pain I felt from words said in a poem. It was an answer to the cry so evident that I was compelled to respond via a poem. Thank you and GBU. Curtis
Beautifully expressed and summarized. You have a lot of talent. Thanks for sharing.
But then the world looks on And exaggerates our dreams, And in our simple words they find Their own tendency to extremes. beautifully summed up.... great lines :)
I like this...open...and to the point..so true about poets...brillant how you captured how a poet depics the world through there own penmenship.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice. This explains' my' breakdown of thaught.