Slowly strolling down back lanes of life, looking for
unusual and silent details being kept hidden until this
mere poet finds and sorts them out in poetical music.
Settling into many particles of being, finding ways of
contributing and sending out meanings of intense life
situations and circumstances.
Turning like a turntable, records spinning, photographic
screens memorizing everything in time, saving it all pur-
posefully for eternity through destiny's livelihood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is virtually a HOW TO guide to seeking inspiration that can be turned into poetry. I love it. I would have read a dozen more stanzas detailing the process you identified. In the second stanza you are searching for the marvelous in what might appear to be nothing special - until the poet discovers it. That's what poet are gifted at: finding the gold in the dross. The key words in the second stanza for me are MEANING and INTENSITY, the second is the poet's mindset, the first is what he finds. You refer to yourself as a MERE POET, and MERE doesn't mean small; it means characteristic, or universal, or deep-diving (!)