What am I writing
I flit from love to death
To nature and politics
The subject matter differs
Within a breath of each poem
I write as though compelled
To extinguish all thoughts inside
I write of fantasy and story
I write as though in biography
I write as a photograph captures
Or a journalist speaks
What am I writing
Why am I writing
It all keeps coming
Through and over me
Poetry, poetry, poetry
Like a hive mind echoes
Variety in abundance
Writing, written and read
Writing from deep mind and heart about love, nature, politics, within breath of each poem is very interesting. Wisely penned poem this is.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are in love with poetry! Great! I am too!
what is not to love about poetry