I feel a rush of energy,
An avalanche of words, engulf my mind,
I must put down on paper,
Or they'll get left behind.
But when I start to write them down,
They don't appear the same,
I need that lovely poem,
Back in my mind again.
And then it all comes back to me,
The words begin to flow,
Blending, oh so splendidly,
I see the poem grow.
And once I feel I'm satisfied,
I give a happy sigh,
Poetry my lovely friend,
The apple of my eye.
Jayne Louise Davies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem... nice flow! Liked it