It starts out as just a thought
That I ponder in my mind,
Then grows to words and sentences
And how they are combined.
Then I jot everything down
To see my thoughts on paper,
Then I start to pick and choose
To get these thoughts to taper.
Then I reread and edit,
Working through the night,
To end the lines in perfect rhyme
To ensure they sound just right.
This work must show my meaning
And interpret what I think,
And it all must flow with meter
When I scribe my words in ink.
These words that I now share with you
And the feelings that I sought,
Formed from my recipe for poem
That evolved from just a thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I find this cute and accept your word for it that all the ingredients are there. Me, I have a surge of emotion, write it onto the homepage, go away for a few minutes, come back and realise it was a pile of crap. I ssupect your method is better. Nicely said! t x