I HAVE NOT WRITTEN A POEM FOR DAYS
I have not written a poem for days
For days I have not written a poem-
And my heart and my soul
My whole being
Longs for a poem.
But is this a poem?
Or am I nothing
But an unending babbler?
A word- struck fool?
A maniac in endless search of meaning?
While all around me,
This sunlit winter green Jerusalem Beauty,
I cannot say -
And as I stop to write,
Do not even now behold.
Shalom - I know the feeling... substitute 'months' or even 'years' for 'days'! It all depends. This is a lovely meta-poem poem...! Frank
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My whole being Longs for a poem. wonderful meditative poem 10