Feeling vibrations taking over feelings and emotions,
soaring happily throughout life while writing poetry,
interpreting every note and translating it into poems.
Flowering and blossoming within as I write each poem,
soothing and calming my mind, taking me into another
dimension.
Regulating suspension and beauty that keep elevating
my mind in upper stratospheres in another world while
continuing to live interiorly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An ars poetica - simply beautiful - a crescendo of fulfillment through the poetic imagination. When I took my 85 year-old aunt to her doctor, she saw I was reading poetry and asked me directly, WHAT IS POETRY? I did not have a good answer, so I copied this poem. I'm going to share it with her to answer her question.