When a Poet weeps
Words of passion lay dormant
The heart's connection to the pen is severed
Words swirl within the heart and mind, retained momentarily
Inspiration subsides
When a Poet weeps
Words come and go like lovers
Ideas quickly deleted like cell phone numbers
Of past loves
A Poet can write the hurt
But can't right the hurt
When a Poet weeps
Keyboards are black holes with
Endless potential
Unreachable
Bottomless
When a Poet weeps
The pen is putty
Ink and tears form black clouds
Upon personalized stationary
One name scratched out
When a Poet weeps
Poems are categorized
Me
Her
We
Us
Alone again
Never again
When a Poet weeps
The writings of others are read
Their triumphs over tribulations
Provide strength and encouragement
Resurrected words of reassurance manifest
The weeping Poet can now be used
When another Poet weeps
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved the line, A poet can write the hurt, but can't right the hurt. Nice!