Young.
I watched the candle burn.
It’s fascination
two little flames
burning in my eyes.
Tell my Dad
I want
to enter
into the flame
become
the thing
be
the flame
not just know it
but be it.
He laughs.
“Either you’re a poet
or you’re mad.
I grow up
to be
a mad poet.
Mad, indeed...but poet for real, for sure, and INDEED! Even to see the possibility of 'becoming the flame....' is what it is all about anyhow!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poet in heart - definitely! I do not know what is in your mind - i see only a naked heart!