I've mentioned before
About a jar of paper notes
Each written upon
A theme or title for a poem
Every now and then
Fingers pick and pluck
A poetry challenge for me
The random possibility
Of what is to be writ
Is endless and beautiful
In countless abundance
There will always be something
To be penned to ensure
That the poetry never ends
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
" That the poetry never ends" , excellent idea and poem. Good show!