My brownish white sheets are plain
Colon, dot, punctuations in coma
A thought of wisdom I can't claim
Not a field or subject can I cover!
I have read words so sweet;
Haiku, sonnet, verses called blank
I have felt ink so deep
That made my ego clank and crack!
Run! Back to my snail shell!
Mixing ink of beautiful words
Paint! Cast out wisdom's spell!
Set out as free as birds.
My sheets painted
Bright colors of thoughts
My ink no longer daunted
Comma, colon and dots.
A dot was first
Lines came, stanza rose
By always writing a next
I know I can always grow!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poetic diction you have there, keep writing