Designs forming right before my sight as I sit here and
write, light reflecting onto the table where my poetry
journal is lying.
Moving my head back and forth while looking at the re-
flection of lights on this small silver table, giving
this mind insight and a contemplative mood.
New and tantalizing, forming and shaping meaningful
poetry to create possibilities that come into my mind's
existence.
Impossibilities touching upon intellect, wanting to find
a way to take them into realms of the possible, issuing
them all with an abundance of poetry to be written.
Curiosity having gotten the best of intellect, measure-
ing it's questions and answers, expecting novel ideas to
come forth right now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Moving my head back and forth. Wonderful humour and nice description in this poem. Beautifully drafted thought provoking poem really. Nice job done on sharing.