at the beginning, facing a blank page,
don’t let the editor in.
don’t let him even peek, hide all hints of your thoughts
just let the angels whisper, and listen, listen well
sometimes they are persistent, but are often quiet
shyly saying their piece and then hurrying, leave
no excuse me’s, or bye-bye’s; nor kitakits!
not even a brief text message.
I enjoyed the title and the poem, Ofero. Thanks for sharing. Peace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sweet poem! Ofero!