The journey will soon begin
For now a whirl wind of activity,
To be well prepared,
For this almost feels like a pilgrimage into my past,
To bring elusive closure,
As well as, new beginnings.
Mysterious discoveries waiting
For my curiosity to find them
I feel new stirrings
Of hope, or relief from dulled monotony,
And the hushed whisperings of words,
That used to run in poetic harmony!
My stream had run dry,
But now, there is just a hint of moist earth
A slight trickle flows,
In my river of joy.
I feel new stirrings Of hope, or relief from dulled monotony, And the hushed whisperings of words, That used to run in poetic harmony! ...so good to go thru.....I loved your thought....your way of expession...10++...Brishti Mazumdar
This is an exceptional poem, Anita. You have taken the blank page of your creative block and sprinkled it with the seeds of renewed creativity. '...the hushed whisperings of words, ' is particularly evocative. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Anita, this one read so very well. First class piece of writing.10/10 Ian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is wonderful, sensual and full of hope, I think you will find the place you want to be 10+++