Each morning I wake
with endless thought swirling
around in my head
like a tornado across
the mid west
I try to entrap them,
to imprision them
to loose leaf paper
as quickly as possible
each evening before I rest
I re read my poetic words
and try to make sense
of the jumble mess
before me
and before I know it
she strikes
turning my unrecognizable
scattered and jumbled word
into a beautiful piece
of poetic art and literature
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem