I am a lover of life, a poet
living three score and ten plus two
with years of struggle, then a
contentment with words which seem
to flow as a river in my
mind - - and a desire to share the
impressions and smells of a beautiful
world in spite of the pimples
that threaten my mind; yet, an attitude
of delight remains in my soul -
Writers of Poetry:
savour your words, create scenes and
phrases as if the moment
of muse is taking place right now.
Create layers of understanding
for your audience - - allow them a peek
into your world where the human
spirit never surrenders.
Use your dictionary and thesaurus often
with new words to re-create a scene
written about in a thousand other poems -
and when you press your head to pillow
at night you will reflect:
pen and pad recorded precious smells;
episodes and impressions
following your path; sounds
of thunder in your life not really tragic,
but an illumination. Love of family,
friends and anger from foes established
your muse;
only then will you sleep in peace -
since you have followed a journey
where life fulfilled to
its fullest. After resting, hurry and wake
up, another poem is erupting from your soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
another poem is erupting from your soul. lovely dear, ready to read