My poetry is free,
Even of me,
It has a life of it's own,
In which I can participate,
But never, fully own.
It's an age old question if what we write is already there and we just discover it. Excellent look at that view Sandra.
So wonderfully said, and it's so easy to understand! 10/10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! This small poem expresses something that has loomed large in the back of my mind for a long time and has finally been expressed in clear, concise language. And I'm sure others at POEMHUNTER will agree when they too read your STRANGE DUALISM. It is small only in the number of words; it's big in impact and resonance. Rarely have egoism and self serving been so completely dispelled from the poet; s heart and what remains there is the condition Pablo Neruda called FULLY EMPOWERED. The right kind of power, which knows we poets serve poetry even as it serves us. My words are awkward compared to your luminous poem but I want to acknowledge your poem is a gift to all of us poets. It will be my new mantra before writing to summon the poetic mood.