Reiterating life through poetry, taking it into
chambers of intellect where it grows with the
nurturing of imagination.
Such a fantastic beauty always being found, even
within the remnants of this tattered and broken
heart.
Sorrow being tested and reinstated into poems,
using different words to reinvent and reiterate
life here on this earth.
Circumventing the alchemy of disaster, reaching
within, never leaving this mind empty, having
certain and aspiring thoughts combine with rhythm.
A wonderful way to take temptation and turn it from
a vice into something much more holy, sacred and
enlivening my spirit.
Continuing to reach into intellect, expecting only
facts of life that account for the poetry that I
write incessantly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed this poem. I also believe poetry is 'Such a fantastic beauty' reflecting much of who we are in life, whether happy or sad, real experience or a piece of our imagination, intellectual or just entertaining.