Like on a stem,
A poem flowers,
First it's a bud,
Then the heart showers,
Breaks into feelings,
Words build like towers,
That shake your mind,
And then devour,
Feelings, that make,
A poem flower.
Zdravstvuyte, Sandra! It's a pleasure to read and reread your great poem. And after reading the time of being can seem a flower. It may be fire, cold or hot....
From a tiny bud, a poem slowly opens petal by petal and finally blossoms into a full grown flower and whiffing in the breeze its sweet aroma, attracting many to look closely and enjoy! The evolution of a poem is beautifully encapsulated!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
From the title through the poem this is a highy organic description of creativity, and that's the best way to view it. I sometimes feel like I'm in a suspended state while writing a poem, but on further consideration the multiple activities going on in your poem seem a more accurate picture of a poem in progress. It's exciting to read. And there is a quality of the inevitable here - if these actions play out there will be a poem the same way certain natural events inevitably produce a flower. That is a reassuring way of seeing the writing of poems.