A Botched Up Experiment Poem by Sandra Feldman
A Botched Up Experiment
I tried to force
Myself
To write,
A poem on a subject
Chosen at random,
What a disaster!
I could feel its
Unauthenticity,
Crawling,
All over me
As if the words,
Were made out of
Fragile, white plaster.
In general, pretending,
What is falsely,
Not you
Can only lead to disaster.
Plus, trying to write
An artificial poem,
Shows us,
That when it comes to writing
And true artistic creation,
The mind and the will
Are Not, our main Masters.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/27/2024 12:20:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
So very true Sandra, but as doors open in our poetry..and they will...the poet grows...but the essence I think stays basically the same, as if words were made of fragile white plaster..that is the part of you describing the artificial feeling that comes with trying to change our essence, very good way of putting it...great job! !