Making Of A Poem Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph
Making Of A Poem
It is like taking a walk
In a forest by the riverside
And keeping a lookout for it,
For anything worth picking up
And keeping in your study
Or in the office to show to the other.
Can be a matter of locating it
Gently picking it up
Brushing aside the muck and dirt
And blowing on it, if need be,
Washing it, drying it,
And carrying it tenderly.
Later looking at it carefully,
Provide the shine and polish
And strengthening in places
To retain it in its place.
That is how I make a poem.
That is a delightful way to write a poem. I love the way you put it, Daniel. Our poems are like our children and we cherish them. Excellent - this poem deserves a '10! ' Warm Wishes, Marilyn
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I would like to translate this poem
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Walking the beach with a friend The tide out, soon to be coming in. Broken shells and cast off detritus A glint of metal catching the sun Gold or false gold; can it be Something lost in the sea. A coin for sure No longer pure Eaten away By the salt's decay Till nothing's left But the pure metal bereft Of impurities from man's Clever mind and hands. Pick it up, for better sight Hold it to the waining light Hoping to catch the image Cast into the coinage What can it be? This casting from the sea. Once clad in German silver An alloy of zinc, nickel and copper, The dissolving zinc took away The coating as on the beach it lay Until only the pure copper blank Remained as the others shrank. Passing it to my friend of the day He examined it and put it away, Into his pocket as if a gift From the sea (and myself) . That day I lost a coin But something more forlorn A friend who in a thoughtless action Became just another ocean casting.