Blank walls staring back at life within, inserting an
imaginational reality into play, finding wonder and
beauty incessantly.
Appearing in a mixture of listening to music and also
writing, gradually, then rapidly moving this pen into
vast repertoirs of a lasting relationship.
One with words, meanings and definitions, creating
thoughts and ideas of unlimited things to write about,
an intense and uplifting feeling taking place.
Moving steadily through mind and intellect effortlessly,
a precious, delicate beauty of an interior spiritual
life.
This interior life is always seen in visions of a future
being with God once again before too much longer, peace
filling this poet everytime immersed within it.
A poet derives inner joy from putting on paper the ideas in his head. Beautiful. Please do read my poem " Weep not for me" Kingsley Egbukole
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We feel precious beauty and life's essence when we move steadily through mind and intellect effortlessly. A great poem is well penned.