Not everything I can make into a poem
like the sky just after rain
her embroidered smile its minutest hem
in her shade of cornea a grain of pain!
Not everything I can make into a poem
like wind eddies from wings of bird
her amorous veil that stokes my flame
in her lips' quiver the unuttered word!
Not everything I can make into a poem
like the heron's swoosh on the moon of marsh
her endless aroma without a name
in her eyes the million stars!
Not everything I can make into a poem
like when perches the bird on nest
her flushed cheeks in love game
in her kiss the sea salt's taste!
It is a paradox that a lovely poem has been born from those topics on which you say you cannot write a poem! So you have proved once again that you can write a poem on anything!
Well, You certainly did a good job writing a poem about not being able to write a poem. That's sort of confusing, so I'll just say you wrote a very good poem without knowing it. Hmm, I'd better quit now....
Beautiful poem. Very true said, not everything I can make into a poem, but you have composed so beautifully, everything into a poem. Loved reading it. Thanks for sharing.
Such a beautiful poem it really touched my heart......very sweetly composed.......I loved it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is a paradox that a lovely poem has been born from those topics on which you say you cannot write a poem! So you have proved once again that you can write a poem on anything!