don't rush the ending too soon.
build a story over a
story
until you have complete mansions
of lines and prose and living.
don't become too enthralled with details.
they will paint pictures regardless
of words on a page.
make the words flow until you've enveloped
all, reader, listener,
critic alike. Finally,
break them with the ending. let it crash
and resonate like the fury
of ocean tide. And above all, leave them
with a question on their lips
yet the answer somewhere
inside.
after the last line,
they will know the truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are very wise. We are in a certain sense painting word portraits of ourselves in our poems. Excellent write, Alexzia. Warmest regards, Sandra