Meaning....
Wrap your pencil around a ball
Of wool and call it a word- What
Ever you put in it, it stays in the ball
For the length of your life, so battle
with those who say your signs are
not words
And you create words!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really liked this one. I can see why some people would say that your work is, well, esoteric... but yes, I agree with the idea that the words are your own, poetry our word sculptures. Sometimes I like to string words together just because they sound good, or look good, or feel right. And they become something much more than what they mean then. Many thanks for your (sometimes unintelligible efforts) , I find them a pleasure to read - something like listening to a nice sounding foreign language. Danielle.