A poem a day
Once again a morning
tired and half-awake, half asleep
and reading whatever on screen
and poems…
daily dose;
have to read.
This time is, of winter
and of leaf;
'Winter Leafage'
the poet is Edith
(Matilda Thomas)
well-written, a sonnet
makes me think.
They all do
'Good or bad? '
'Re-read them if needed.'
I tell me
'Penetrate the poet's heart and mind;
see the soul.'
Then I say:
'All are good.'
I throw container
to swim and float; be content…
Sonnet and Ghazal and free-verse
and so on
all of them are great
the best is inside them; things they hold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem