I’m writing again
though I’ve nary been able
But I’m pecking away
and hunched o'er the table
Got plans to submit
There are words for these for feelings
What essence? What truth?
The thought sends me reeling
I’m carving out passages
Searching for words
Keeping it simple
Write in halves - no in thirds
I’m writing again
Seems it's never complete
What I 'm trying to say
What it is got me beat
But I look to the words
I’ve come to the pen
To search for the sense of it
Starting again
There's a kernel of truth
Hidden deep somewhere here
The plot is disjointed
The meaning unclear
But like cake in the oven
Each dog has his day
My book has it's place
(It's not finished today)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem