Is it waiting for me to find it
outdoors? Covered with the snow
that fell this morning, just a dusting
of powder snow, but sufficient to render
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Or perhaps my next poem will never become words on paper, because it is already resident in her heart where she cherishes its wordless message as it swells to fill interior space with our mingled good wishes for the other, - - - - - - -So marvelously written about the poems that are waiting to come.It is true, some poems just can not be expressed in words as words are too short to describe them.
Absolutely true, dear Bharati. Words are insufficient but we still use them to express what is deepest and truest in our hearts. After writing poems as long as we have, we have created a safe place in which language can prevail..
i enjoyed this, daniel, recognizing the wanting to write a poem but in the waiting. it reminds me of my poem Semi-retired in Early Spring (in which i declare that the day is/was a poem) . the ideas will come to you, of that i have no doubt. -glen
Your next poem is no longer a question mark, but a reality! It is always interesting how the search for inspiration never fails to bear fruit. You just start writing and suddenly you have more to say than you realized. I guess it's one of those build it and they will come type of things.
Hello, dear Nika! Part of my motive for writing a poem called MY NEXT POEM is the fear that I had already written my l-a-s-t poem. Your comment dispels that fear and instead celebrates the fruitfulness of our minds. There is no end in sight, only more to see and create. Thanks much, my friend.