Freed from focus thoughts slide by
A swift and dark flowing river
White waters eddies and whirlpools
A poet plucks treasures from the stream
Like a bear catching leaping salmon
And points to the ones that got away
Good poem, Stewart. It would be much better if you worked on the punctuation and grammar- nitpicking I know. I struggle with them too
swift sparkling water splashes its way down the river the way grandad sings away his blues each night in his bath
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This fdeserves a much better rating than currently. A great poem about the poetry process itself. - chuck