Arcane thoughts that never reach paper.
Vast worlds and epic adventures
That are imagined yet never made tangible.
A bridge of wood, half-way built,
Yet the forest has disappeared.
A fortress of stone, missing walls,
For the quarry has suddenly closed.
Vast fields of nothingness
Are sucked into the void
Created by a crumpled sheet of paper.
The secret: a puzzle, always missing pieces
And even when complete,
The image is not quite whole.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Marvelous depiction of writer's block.So many thoughts arise, but can not see the light.The writer feels miserable for not being able to express.He throws in desperation the crumpled sheet of half written story.Poet writes- - A bridge of wood, halfway built Yet the forest has dissapeared A fortress of stone, missing walls For the quarry has suddenly closed.