Something strange is happening to me
All my thoughts are changing
Just then I heard a bird singing
So I'm wondering what the bird is singing
I thinking about it's life, what the bird is doing
I love the birdsong, it's my favourite sound
I know I've had these thoughts before
But I'd never wanted to write about them
That one single moment
Everything is a poem to me now
I want all my words to fall on the page
Is that strange?
understands her relationship to poetry as similar to a bird's chirping song- inevitable; creature of habit
Everything is a poem to me now I want all my words to fall on the page Is that strange? it is not strange at all..... that means there is a song of the soul in you. Someone greater than you and me sits thre inside you and he or she sings and u hear it now. write it down please. if u dont write these songs will remain unheard.. the songs you hear are not only for you. it is for others too. tony
Well written I am sure many poets can relate, your growth as a writer continues my friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not at all strange it's just natural for some like u ma'am do read my MOMS SMILES IF YOU CAN Thanx