It Was Time To Write Another Poem Poem by Shalom Freedman

IT WAS TIME TO WRITE ANOTHER POEM

It was time to write another poem
I became excited inside and happy
I did not know what it would be
I waited to hear myself
Suddenly I saw through the window the pale light of morning November
I began to think of how much beauty the world gives easily to the eyes
I thought of the walk in the park this morning
‘How Beautiful this place’ was to be the opening line
I then would describe my inability to write the colors and the shades of light
The various beauties of trees and flowers I did not know the name of
Maybe sometimes the world really is a poem
And maybe sometimes ones’ inner happiness is greater
Than one’s fear and sadness
I let my mind take the poem to wherever my mind went
Now I can begin the day
How good it is to be alive still