Sitting by the fire,
Back pressed against the trunk of this tall deciduous
In the cool of summer’s breeze
It is here that I emerge in unavoidable thought.
I twirl this pen between my teeth,
I ponder and I think
In such conditions my incentive has fled;
I have squandered the better usage of my words.
And though the sky be clear tonight,
And the fire sparks and thrives,
Surely, I can find the merit in this moment;
I have everything and yet nothing more to say.
I have nothing more to say... yet a treasure chest of words within, yet to be expounded! Love your poem. They always make me ponder! ; D
And though the sky be clear tonight, And the fire sparks and thrives, Surely, I can find the merit in this moment; I have everything and yet nothing more to say.... yes nothing but everything to say tor eaders.. That is how you handle your thoughts and give imagery line.. nice to hear and rad your poem dear.....10 read mine.. moneyis power and a joy is far off
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yeah! ! ! ! ! those are the things that we as writers sometimes face but trust me it's not about what to say at that moment but it's about what we will get out of that situation and in this instance you came out with this great poem.... keep writing! ! ! !