a poem may take a moment to conceive but years to write
more laborious than getting a baby out into this world
every word has to be at its right place; a hand,
a leg, two eyes, feet, nail, hair and the ears
the idea is driven like the wheels of a cart
while words try to catch up in enthusiasm like little seeds
in the breeze, twirl, swirl, until each is assigned
their rightful place: two hands, two legs, a head, ears, two eyes
and given a smooth birth to greet each of us with a broad cry of accomplishment
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem may take a moment to conceive but years to write more laborious than getting a baby out into the world-amazing write.