typewriter keys strike hard and fast
sharp black marks slightly moist
on crisp clean papers so snowy white
lines of symbols that have no form
black and white does colors show
golds and silvers and blues and greens
black darkness of night and golden light of day
snow capped peaks in sky's of blue
sports cars quickly race and motorcycles curve
asphalt black and hard and auburn curls in the breeze
motors loudly roar and soft leaps flutter
wind it rushes by with a scent of flowers
sharp clean lines corners form
flowing curves both soft and firm
clean angles sharp and some obtuse
shows us things we cannot see
painting landscapes within the mind
tall green trees fluttering leaves
orchids roses and columbines
bees that hum and birds that fly
tell timeless stories of girls and boys
of young love and its joys
of picnics in the summer sun
harsh cold beaches when it's done
sharp clean pictures in the mind
music sweet in all its forms
of each emotion known to man
from black letters on paper white
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem that captures the essence of Poetry. Well penned.