I HEAR ONLY THE SILENCE OF MYSELF
I hear only the silence of myself
I listen and write
And it says to me,
‘Your words too can have rhyme and reason
if you only know how to be quiet with them’
And so I shout out at the page again
A fool of myself and my own need
A failure and a failure again
A silence anyway
Despite all my shouting.
It has a lot of depth........................great.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting how we writers are so desperate to milk out something worthwhile; then let us turn aside our attention for only a moment and something amazing is there knocking at our consciousness. The muse is truly like a cat..(smile)