Reading for inspiration,
and not for fact
The words paint a picture,
in my mind
Like dominoes falling,
one by one
They rise from the page
to my hand
My fingers enliven,
and start to draw
A vivid story,
new image sublime
All colors reborn,
as each word is set free
The ink now transformed
and divine
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2016)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem