Listening and allowing my mind to accumulate rhythms and
thoughts, combining and enjoying every one of them as they
gently fall into one poem after another.
Seldom, if ever, coming up for air, just loving to be inside
with passion, watching it continually growing and blossoming,
enriching this interior life with beauty and a generous
solitude to live and write from continually.
Expressions of it being placed in words of many poems, taking
place in all future literature, hopefully generating a love
in children and adults everywhere for poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How nicely you wrote Rose - Listening and allowing my mind to accumulate rhythms and thoughts, combining and enjoying every one of them as theygently fall into one poem after another. :) 10 that's only in my hand