The poets have written
Of fields and plains.
And presented the clouds
Time and again.
They've told of the birds
And of the bees,
Have painted mountains
And beautiful trees.
They've presented heaven
From its place of light
And exposed hell
In its place of night.
They've penned songs,
Ballads, sonnets and odes;
There's no subject
Gone untold.
The poets have shared
Of the happy and sad
And every emotion
That's to be had.
And yet, they reach
More and more—
To tap a source
Of endless store.
Of the subjects on which poets write, have no beginning and hopefully will have no end. Great write Salley with an e.
There is an inexhaustible store of subjects for the poet to dwell upon and his fancy continues to explore regions excavated over and over again and still lying with treasures hidden! An absorbing write!
If we have a pen in our hand we are always searching for new ideas, you found a wonderful one with this poem, A lovely write.
Just when you think your inspiration has gone, something pops up - excellent write Walterrean
Thank you Fabrizio. This is beautiful. I can't read nor speak Italian, but it is a beautiful language. I love it.
The poets have written Of fields and plains. And presented the clouds Time and again. They've told of the birds And of the bees, Have painted mountains And beautiful trees. ..... I poeti hanno scritto Di campi e d'immense pianure. E delle sempre cangianti Nuvole. Hanno narrato degli uccelli E delle api, E dipinto montagne E bellissimi alberi. ... how do your words 'sound' in Italian..? :) have a good day! ciao
Beautiful write....v true, when a poet say of something, it will stay like a mountain...a joy for others! and others may want to create another taller mountain...so it goes, thus leaving a changing landscape! A 10.
This is perfect and unquestionable..you point out the ability of a poet.I like this!
To tap a source Of endless store.... angles, visions, perspectives -of various poets are different, so also their whims & notions....on the other hand there's Nature's diversity........so Salley, this poetry industry will keep on manufacturing masterpieces always n ever....topics will never get old....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poets quest is never done. The search must go on to tell the rights and wrongs of this old world. This is a challenging and compelling write. Could i borrow your muse?