Poems are born from
Pain, they say
unholy unite of
pain and sorrow
end up in the birth
of poems
But poems are
a different species
I think
who are born
just
And hang on to the edge
of your heart
like tadpoles
at the pond's edge
Waiting silently
most of the time
To roam in the darkness
of sorrow and pain
I was just wondering
ReplyDeleteif you forgot
the poems of happiness,
or that is the
whole point of this poem
or the poems
born out of happiness
are not poems
at all!
Poems born out of any feeling is poem. I am with you on that. What this was directed at was that, poems are not born out of pain . But they are always there but often surface in dark times.
DeleteSomebody said ( can't remember who) that every one is born a poet ...