Initial inky rain drops
Of words gently fall, and soon form neat
Patterns on weathered paper.
Black clouds are beginning to swell deep
Within the birthing - room. Sure,
There will be chaotic storms. And then
Perhaps, if the gods are kind,
There will be intermittent lightning
Flashes of pure poetic
Gold. O I can dream and live in hope!
O I can dream and live in hope! Beautiful Optimistic Hope makes the heart healthy alive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Creative weather calls for creative writing be it stormy or sunny or raining frogs, cats and dogs. Such is life. An inspiring and most welcomed metaphor poem and hope is a good thing, perhaps the best of things and no good thing ever dies. Many thanks and 10+ and added to my favs.