Poets,
Think too much
Dream too much
Feel too much
Cry too much!
So much
That sometimes
They forget
To live
Or even, stay
In touch
As if wanting
To prove,
That they are
Still alive
But, are so
Disappointed
That they care not
About what
Is going on,
Because it
Seems more like
Insanity,
And has become
Much too much!
So beautifully articulated. That's a true depiction of the poet's. They feel too much. Couldn't agree more.
You are right Sandra, poets sometimes do drop of the perch for a while, perhaps returning later with a flush of new ides.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are true, Sandra. Poets dream! They dream a bit much too much. But, they dream, mostly in their wakefulness, what others never dare to. Lovely poem.