Bare necessities being kept at bay in order to write what
needs to be said through poetry.
Nature at play, taking notes while finding depths of rhythm
filled with meaning and truth.
Calmly walking along, taking everything in stride, keeping
feelings at a distance while thinking about them.
Placing them quietly into a poem, unnoticed by anyone until
being read, awakening some buried thought or emotion.
Through the years being silent, now being touched with their
intensity, bringing tears of sorrow to mind.
Releasing the sadness so tenderly, at least for awhile, a
small reprieve in life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful as always, small reprieves are released through both reading and writing poetry,