No poet is poetic
Even half their life.
(Don't push me hard
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Sparks of inspiration
(That some call divine) ,
Stray moments of life
With the fire of creation.
Then, Darkness again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
rajnish, i became aware of you from reading what seemed a knowledgeable comment to a poem by roger mcgough who wrote the poem chosen for today's modern poem. on your poem above i'm reminded of what robert hass in the essential haiku wrote of issa (my favorite haiku master) , i.e., he wrote thousands of poems, many of them bad. i think that helped endear issa to me. indeed, no one writes masterpieces all the time. me, i don't tend to think of the times between as darkness but, rather, everyday life, which, i think, is the priority- making our lives beautiful, artful. of course, we fail at this as well. but let the current run in a good direction realizing the banks will be overspilled at times. from what i've read of yours so far, you, like me, are a fan of brevity. i like that. with you in poet craft, glen kappy