in the beginning
fledgling poet writer
was wet wings flutter
curiosity ignored
then a flicker
of fleeting interest
briefly flamed
stamped out dushed
fickle feign friends
laugh ridicule efforts
fight art aspiring words
dismiss with dart put downs
but words flood storm horizons
beauty gift given fills books
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poetic elaboration of one of my favourite quote! Beautifully captured!