Editing sentences sends us mad.
I've torn twenty sheets of paper.
With pen in hand from my notepad
Each word nailed down the face's failure.
I've had to tread carefully.
It's a painstaking business.
Writing one line, arbitrarily
You have to be judicious.
Writing anything in poetry
Either that or slightly crazy.
Sharing so much emotionally
Like, you are just serving gravy.
It takes a lot of willpower.
To create one decent stanza
Or a couplet, my flower.
That ends in nostalgia.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem