A poet begins
writing
poetry
poems pass
one by one
harvests torn
from the soul
unaware that
shaping, molding
over time
birthing, toiling
rummaging
through the mind
the poems
have shaped
the poet
i set out
to write poetry
but I have been
written.
A very intelligent poem with a pleasingly modern structure. my son-in-law is a Wexford fellah, though the family originated in Cork. Your poem has real meaning and it's going in my favourites' list.
Thank you, good Tom, I am humbly pleased to be added to your anthology. I can enjoy the bustle of Cork and the southeast in small measure, but my heart belongs to Galway, Mayo, and the wilds of the northwest. You might see some of that wildness drift through my work. S
'unaware that shaping, molding over time' until the last 'the poems have shaped the poet i set out to write poetry but I have been written.' I adored 10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And finally a poetry is born, it goes through many processes and finally after passing all the test it appears, shining like stars, dancing like daffodils...Excellent poem, a perfect 10 for this.