His gaze is perplexing
But he doesn't stare in vain.
Thoughts produce imagery
And ameliorate his imagination.
He does not look at you,
He's lost in thought -
Though seeming puzzled -
He's drawing ideas from your poise,
Character, resolve, fear, wildness, et cetera.
When a writer gazes at you,
Roses are growing on thorns
Trees stooping forward in style
As words occur to him in a fine fashion;
Then he writes in a stream of consciousness
Emotions powerful in his expression.
A writer is a wordsmith;
He pens his thoughts as he feels.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem