I do sit with hope uncertain,
Many confusions I do contain.
I think for while and soon stop,
By watching in far field of crop.
I have to write few lines in mind,
How here near me dances wind.
Cheerful of course this moment,
Let me read few poems, comment.
While moon comes with veil dark,
Twinkle star still in hope does spark.
Dogs bark in lonely road together,
Still I walk alone in street oh brother.
I come across far distance with hope,
Weather still shines and does cope.
I sit on rock and still more I do think,
In moonlight my shadow does sink.
Still I wait to write more few lines,
In name of God singing glory fines.
I have to write must my feelings ink,
In devotion of God let all soon link.
Writing few lines about God we feel good and cheerful mood arrives in mind. This poem is nice.
Words crowd in the mind, but they do not have a sequential order. How to put them in rhyming and meaningful verse is always a challenge. We need solitude to write poems. Sometimes we have to wait for hours. Sometimes it may come like a torrent all of a sudden. You have pictured the normal dilemma faced by a poet!
Yes, poems come to mind like smoke, like gossamer gauze, ever so vague; and we have to live that confusion a while, and later without a notice it emerges. Yea, something gels within...I have to write a few lines, .... but, but it takes time.
Like star's twinkling we have to write something. We should wrote carefully. This is an important poem.
Dogs bark in lonely road together. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
From heart to printed page...lovely! Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing 28 Nov 2014 by Dorothy A. Holmes | Reply Note: This feedback is received via poetfreak.