What makes a poet?
Incipient insanity
Translated into words,
Tying to capture clarity,
From all that is blurred?
What makes a Poet?
I really don't know,
But I know
You can't teach it
Nor in your garden, grow.
All thinking attentive dreaming persons are poets, not necessarily those who scribble or scrabble.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And the mystery will be forever unsolved. Love the first stanza so much that I think it can stand on its own!