Scribbled moments float
on the wave pool paper
and describe times
of inspiration and discovery.
Their interpretations
are means of discussion
and fuel our interest
in their subjection.
Their power and beauty
lie in their rawness.
They were the poet’s
very thoughts at the time.
They weren’t revised,
organized, or spell checked.
They were what they were;
And they were perfect!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah, the heart of my delimma of dealing with people that ask, 'Why did you write this? ' or 'Who did you write this about? ' Kudos, good sir.