I should be writing a poem
about those small wisps of white cloud
moving unusually fast across a blue blue sky
on their way to somewhere else
as if they're late for an appointment.
I should be writing a poem
about the way the breeze is so gentle
that it seems to have a secret plan with the sun
and the new green leaves
to do something quite extraordinary.
I should be writing a poem
about the way that the trailing geranium leaves
are giving out a scent more white than green
more heavenly than any thought.
I should be writing a poem
about the way that the purple and blue and yellow and white flowers
seem to say nothing but beauty.
I should be writing a poem
but all I can do is gaze in amazement
at what I've seen before
and never seen before.
Just one of those magical times when the poem finds its own form... I realised afterwards: it's a way of recording the event experienced without having to 'wax poetic' about it. Surprise!
And you write poetry after all! So soothing to be able to see beauty and transcribe it. GS
If I may, I'll join the chorus of praise for this poem. Yes, the last stanza tops it off nicely. I like how the poem operates on a couple of levels - the enjoyment of things we've seen before, but also what I imagine is the tug of the poet in you to write it down, which would detract from the simple enjoyment of the scene. It's like photographers who talk about needing to put down their camera from time to time so that they can just enjoy the scene with their plain eyes.
i can particularly enjoy the last stanza. it's amazing how much we discover in those things we think we already know. outstanding. Jake
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Maybe you should be writing a poem about your audacity. Accusing others on this site of fiddling with the figures in the 500 poets. I will not hold my breath waiting for an apology. Perhaps some day, someone will insult you.Not in person, not in front of you, but from the safety of 10,000 miles away and false names of false mates. Then you might know. H