we write
do critics
love us hate us
we write
in a city
it is easy
to write busy
in a small town
a poet is hometown clown
if poetry does not make money
does it lose golden glow honey?
nectar of the gods we would give free
sanskrit amrita nectar bestowing immortality
Greek ambrosia drink sweet nectar taste immortality
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry comes from within, words that need to be expressed, (if it makes money that a side bonus) . To me it means more if someone likes it or it has touched them in some way..nice write. Annette