My Darling, you lived so much of your life
like a bird on the ground,
cheerfully busy, knowing
that much of the beauty,
much of the treasure,
is not to be caught on the wing -
Ah, hah! I caught your poem on the wing. It's lovely. And the mourning and the morning bring vivid experiences to move me. Yours is a treasured gift, I'm grateful to find it sitting here on the ground (of reality) . My sister used to say 'He couldn't find a bird's nest on the ground', speaking of the stupid (like myself) - you're not one of those.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice one John I enjoyed it.Nice representation. Regards, Sid John