i carry a forest with me
in the midst of which are
treasures begging to be found
some my friends help me,
some my teachers,
the others nature points
out to me in its own subtle ways
the rest, i just leave it to my inner
ears and eyes and hopefully
i could unravel all that is in my little world
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love your opening line. The creative process is both a mystery and a miracle. You are in good poetic voice today. Eloquent write, John. Always your friend at poemhunter, Sandra