light somehow blossoms from a thousand wounds
and this is poetry you say as the music flows away
and then resumes leaving a watermark you can't explain
tip the candle in the flame and read aloud or to yourself
or with hardly a sound at all
nothing in the universe will call to you more vividly
than the real thing
renouncing it all, notoriety or fame
let the secret cherished in you survive
and find the poetry in you
with each poem, more blazingly alive.
mary angela douglas 28 june 2023
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem