I love how a Poet,
Is able to paint fantasies,
With his pen,
Send visions of supernatural feelings,
Hurling through the skies,
From the outer space of his mind,
And then, back into his pen.
Images and feelings coincide,
With sentiments that flow from inside,
So Unpredictable! !
Until the moment When,
It's right to give sight,
Into his fantasy world of delight,
Where painting with his pen,
Preceded almost always,
By an existential fight,
A poem is born,
Painted with this magic light.
Love the concept of a poet painting with his pen and a poem being born - beautiful Sandra.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Muse of the magic-pen! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.