Oft I write haiku
When I know not what to do
This I know is true
Tag: poetry about poetry
The quiet thought
As I am writing in my chair
A quiet thought arrives:
Why do I write? How do I dare
To presume to change lives?
Why should I for a moment think
That which I’ve said’s profound?
That all will still my poems drink
When I am in the ground?
This tort’rous thought traps me in webs
Of which I can’t escape
While fleeting inspiration ebbs;
In doubt I myself drape.
Lost in Translation
When heav’nly song does ring upon
A poet’s lonely ear
The difficulty’s translating
What earthly methods hear
For ever song has come on high
From heaven’s very light
But little was it listened to
‘Til man gained deeper sight
It touches all, but some hear not
The cooing reds and blues
From skies of morning, day, and night
In all their heav’nly hues
Translating words from stars and sun
We’ll oft have a mistake
So all we can give is the best
Our simple minds can make
A Poem A Day 