Each Poem, Its Own Light Poem by Sandra Feldman
Each Poem, Its Own Light
Some poems
Are just a spark,
A moment of imagined
Light,
To sooth, perhaps
A sudden fright,
Or praise Beauty's
Fleeting sight.
Others, go long
Sometimes,
Into the past,
Into philosophy,
Into feelings,
Felt or forthcoming,
Like fortune tellers,
Humming.
Poems are different
And so are Poets,
But who is to tell
What will last
Or what others
Will reap,
From it.
A poignant creation thanks resonates with literary conviction. An insightful work of art. Thanks for sharing, Sandra.
Dear Sandra, your poem has nailed the ambit of poetry and its effect. No one knows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Poetry, philosophy, love, and beauty make the world live in harmony....... Great write, dear Ma'am Sandra.....10++++++++