the poet never knew his story
he wrote but would revise
he made his plan and forged ahead
but plans are but a guise
he went the way he had to go
sometimes he had no choice
he found himself in alleyways
till time revealed his voice
he learned to look from left to right
and found what some have missed
a flower by the garden path
the morning dew had kissed
he found the snake so beautiful
yet with its deadly bite
the good and evil of the earth
revealed the poet's plight
and it may be he saw too much
he searched the endless wind
but never could he find the truth
of how all stories end
So nice. It is so true about poets. Wonderful drop. The rhyming and flow are perfect. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fascinated by this too, Barry.Into notice for translation.My translation of Fabrizio Frosini poems is allready published by Amazon Selected Poems. I plan to do the same, by your permission, with yours too.
Thanks Dimitrios, you have my permission to do whatever you wish with those translations. I'm flattered.