I stare at this blank screen,
Trying to find lost words,
Lost words that will put themselves together,
And sound like poetry,
For a man once said,
That poetry was something that isn’t meant to make perfect sense,
Or even to negotiate to you own purposes,
That it is only a story,
Yet to be finished,
For the reader has not found what it means,
What it means to them,
For poetry is more than words,
But you may not realize it,
And try to find what the poet meant,
When you really only should find your own meaning,
And place it into your life,
For the poet may try to weave pictures together,
Or rhyme to try and make it flow better,
Or take you to one analogy and then to another,
To complete a bigger image,
Of what they are trying to explain,
For tears have dropped,
And sadness has filled,
But only when I look between the lines,
And understand for myself,
For I stare at this blank screen,
Still having yet found what I was searching for.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What does poetry sound like? Does rhymimg make words flow better? Or at all? What's the point of a 'bigger image'? Is tha singular poet a plural they? Why? Why have tears 'dropped'? What has 'sadness filled'? And what do you see between the lines? Does your effort make any sense at all? Where?