The making of a work of Art
Requires a thorough diligence,
Deep thoughts expressed from the heart,
Some Finesse and a lot of Patience.
Masters never worked with a splash
By just throwing paint all around
One can't view as superb a trash
When no beauty there's to be found.
Words woven so vague and at random
Like speckles and dots on a page,
Bear meanings and lines that all become
Crocheted knots one must rearrange.
It takes some time to craft a piece
And create a work worth the read,
Aimless writing is always amiss
To a reader - forgetful, indeed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Concise and to the point. Nice write.