Sometimes I Hear The Beautiful Words And Rhythms In Me Poem by Shalom Freedman

SOMETIMES I HEAR THE BEAUTIFUL WORDS AND RHYTHMS IN ME

Sometimes I hear the beautiful words and rhythms in me
The music of another kind of poetry
But then it is the poetry of others I hear
Sounding it to myself
As if it were my own-

I admire the most beautiful music of poetry
I can hear it
I can live it
But I cannot write it myself

For myself
There are only the broken rhythms
Of my own mixed- up song
The eclectic harmonies
I cannot myself distinguish
What I have
What I am
Not the best
But me.