writing a bad poem is hard,
when something good comes out
and we realize it for what it is,
a good solid poem.
It is easy.
A good solid poem...
will explain that emotion
in the back of your mind
that keeps you awake at nights,
that has never had words to it,
it will have something inside of it,
that needed release into the world,
it starts with an explosion of the mind,
that is carefully controlled and shaped by
eager, waiting hands.
And it will be writtin easily.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This has a purist truth to it and explains the nature of real poetry with ease.