Poetic thoughts need inspiration
Before they can liquefy and flow.
A spring emerges, initiating creation…
Emotions surface, increasing the tempo.
With each breath inhaled and released
The writer transforms the obscure
Into a perception that is a poetic feast.
Embossing vivid images that will endure.
All the inputs required for a poetry are found in this nice poem.
Very well expressed with a crescendo of emotion and creative activity exploding in that final 'poetic feast' of emotion and accomplishment. Very satisfying. Poets I think need to breathe inspiration constantly or they die away. Inspiration is truly their breathing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indelebly rich pure rare grace so hard to trace