The perhaps, the possibilities
the endless lines, which could have been
the re-write that never was
a self critic bemoans
the soul of the piece is natural
writ as it came to me
the excuse, the explanation
or a well worn rationalisation
there it stands for times testimony
a poem, a verse for all to see
the anxious wait to hear
the words of others exclaim
if it works extracts an effect
of some emotion or thought
no, not now it shall wait
for what is writ is there to be read
a poem fresh from my soul
through my head and pen
of which you have now just read
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem