indescribable

 Hello all,

Today I was planning to write you

on something, but at the last minute 

I changed my mind, 

I don't know why...

I just did not felt to write it...

It was about a poem...

of a Poet..

I like his poems a lot...

though I don't know if it would be possible

to translate those poems to you...

by giving you the same feel

same melody....

same moment...

yes poems are not words...

they describe a magic...

a moment in time

a vibration, a melody

which the poet wants to preserve to eternity..

Unfortunately, as readers when we read a poem

we will experience a feeling, a moment a melody 

but not the one that poet created...

the thing we experience is something we add 

on to the poem from our experiences and vibration..

It is not a creation of the poet or what that poem is for the poet...

If I can manage to translate a poem that I love to you...

that would be a blob of my emotions, vibrations, or moment I want to preserve

not the original poets feelings.

We are all alone

with what we 

feel

with what we 

hear as the main melody...

We reflect how we are vibrating in our own symphony to the poem..

Once a poem is created, the reader gives it new meanings new horizons...

Now its not only the preserved moment of the poet...

It becomes universal magic

which describe a song, an emotion a place for the reader....

Its kind of word seed 

that impregnated in the mind of the reader

it sprouts there if it can get a hold on

sometimes it turns into a beautiful flower...

Unfortunately,

poet don't see 

this magic 

happen...

but all 

poets that hold

the gold

sunshine 

of inner light

know this 

secret..

The poet I was telling you earlier is also 

one of them...

(Photograph: King H. Ironson)