Alone in his own shadow
Blinded by the brightness of his torch
Overpowered by the poetry inside him
The wordsmith chops up words
Piling them into pieces of poetry
Stacked against the wall of paper
In a show of his poetic prowess
Alone in his world of dreams
He is overwhelmed by the desire to weave
Tie words together in to a fish net
And a basket full of worms
Using his hook to plug out words
From the ocean’s depth
Where words hide in darkness
Alone with her school of thoughts
Overburdened by her mood
And the blasting sound of her stereo
The wordsmith bakes a cake of words
Mixing together lyrics
Into a gigantic dream
Made of eccentric words
Alone in his garden of dreams
He works day and night
Uprooting words with his sharp mind
Planting seeds of poetry
In the fertile grounds of his imagination
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem, Kenneth. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks Kelly.