Wandering down streets and back alleys, thoughts coming into
the light, floating upon the surface of intellect as I con-
tinue walking, not ready to write.
Just keeping everything in mind, ready at a moment's notice
to be written down, loving how my
No matter how many interruptions come along, able to just
pick up my pen and continue writing as if nothing has got-
ten in the way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your voluminous collection of of poems is an ample illustration of what you say here! Let your ink never dry up RoseAnn!