who can say we have no need of a poet?
how many times we need eat the same message
yet certainly it tastes better when fresh!
let me bake this fresh instance,
let me sing this fluttering green;
let me whirl the tunic of my heart round;
let me paint this golden sheen
let me make this message something you know,
something you recognize;
something that knocks on the door of your stillness
and rouses you into a poet too
5 thoughts on “this fresh instance (2014)”
I love this one.
Thanks for sharing :)
Thanks, Vidya :)
Just beautiful. So very inspiring. Thank you, Saara <3
thank you, Jan :)