THIS POEM CAME TO ME
This poem came to me
After I had woken.
It came slowly
It came in simple words
It came without knowing beforehand
What it was and how it should be.
This poem came to me
As I wrote again
To myself and for myself
The simple truth
That far away
There is someone else
Who is a real writer
And a true poet.
While I grope my way through my life
Wondering
How I have given so much time to Writing
And never really done it.
a simple explanation how poem just poping out in our mind as writers...beautiful piece...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem reminds me of a saying I've heard that a writer doesn't find a poem, the poem finds the writer. When this happens it's truly an inspired write. Very nice poem indeed, my friend. Thank you. Richard