time and concentration?
energy love passion?
routine stubborn determination?
produces surprises changes?
have you recently written?
a few interesting ideas poems?
paragraphs pages lately? just in
your amazing mind? not kept on
paper computer for keeps?
doing a lot of thinking?
but have not been dreaming?
poems since just after stopped writing?
constantly occasionally wondering?
will there be time for future writing?
these dream poems are bliss
I miss that eureka creative kiss
wherever such poems chrysalis
I buzz upon this metamorphosis
I am artisteo lost dream visions
where do imaginative wings
come from? from where do thoughts
spring? it is a beautiful state faiths
wondrous feeling rarely experienced
flounders love flow swift tide shift mud
yes mud is good, you got it Robert :) , anyone who has gone floundering, with a weighted drag net, at a river mouth muddy estuary, where the river meets the sea, with wind wave salt sea breeze, blowing down a lonely haunting desolate beach, summer sun shining on bare skin, will know the shifting symmetry of muddy shift tide cloudy waters; those sentenced to cityscape experiences, estranged from heart stealing nature, earth thrill natural raptures will read in other critic paper mashe references.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem :) experiences make a poem, feelings make a poem, and clearly you must have put a considerable amount of both into this poem: D wonderful. -We