I did not choose poetry
poetry did not choose me
it was there before I knew
before what it was I knew...
poetry burst into a poem in dim childhood
a poem I wrote in class in primary school
before I could read and write youthful fool
strapped three times asked for a hard word
a simple spelling word I could not even spell
poetry is internal stories poets trance spell tell
born forced to breathe born forced to words write
need to write will turn day into word spelt out night
often sleep deprived tormented we loose peaceful night
locked into compulsive addictive words poet must writ...
Poet breathes poetry with a compulsion to create magic and to release pain and heartache and to connect with the world in a soulful way! Beautiful write!
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I would like to translate this poem
Great work! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.