Blessed Inspiration. Poem by Sandra Feldman
Blessed Inspiration.
For my fortune
Or misfortune
A poet, I think
I am.
Would not change
A thing about It,
For its helped me
Live without you
As I crossed
The deep blue Seas
And, missed you
So much, always
Thinking, if you
Still remembered,
How our true Love,
Used to be?
In each poem,
Felt your presence
And a longing
Never filled!
In each verse
Were the caress
That in real life
Were so sadly
Never given,
Lost in all
Eternity,
As I wondered
If you ever
Though, with kindness
About me?
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4/23/2024 12:38:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Poets can feel other people's woes and pains and translate those in words that would seem as if their own life story. If the feelings and emotions expressed in this poem are from Sandra's own life, I feel deeply saddened. Indeed, one cannot be a poet without suffering and absorbing pain!