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[ericcoliu]

Reading and Writing: Life on the Page


A Struggling Poet Writes a Wordless Poem


English,
terra incognita --
my foreign anguish.

Poetry,
pining and thwarted –-
an ongoing struggle.

Words,
spaces in between –-
my poem.
_________________
Time is nothing but a disquiet of the soul

[[ericcoliu]]

Reading and Writing: Life on the Page


A Struggling Poet Writes a Wordless Poem


English,
terra incognita --
my foreign anguish.

Poetry,
pining and thwarted –-
an ongoing struggle.

Words,
spaces in between –-
my poem.
_________________
Time is nothing but a disquiet of the soul

[ericcoliu]

Note:

Terra incognita is the Latin term for unknown land, used in cartography for regions that have not been mapped or documented. Its extended meaning is a new or unexplored field of knowledge.
_________________
Time is nothing but a disquiet of the soul

[[ericcoliu]]

Note:

Terra incognita is the Latin term for unknown land, used in cartography for regions that have not been mapped or documented. Its extended meaning is a new or unexplored field of knowledge.
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Time is nothing but a disquiet of the soul

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[ericcoliu]

I've revised my poem.

Below is an extended version of A Struggling Poet Writes a Wordless Poem:

English, a foreign mistress,
gives me misty eyes
as I write in anguish.

I, a word apprentice,
thwarted by time’s passing,
pine to be a poet.

Words, lost in translation,
are empty spaces in between,
as I compose my poem.
_________________
Time is nothing but a disquiet of the soul

[[ericcoliu]]

I've revised my poem.

Below is an extended version of A Struggling Poet Writes a Wordless Poem:

English, a foreign mistress,
gives me misty eyes
as I write in anguish.

I, a word apprentice,
thwarted by time’s passing,
pine to be a poet.

Words, lost in translation,
are empty spaces in between,
as I compose my poem.
_________________
Time is nothing but a disquiet of the soul

[ericcoliu]

I’ve revised my poem.

slow and methodical
work of editing and rewriting
persists through the frustration.


Yes, this is the wrenching process of writing.
_________________
Time is nothing but a disquiet of the soul

[[ericcoliu]]

I’ve revised my poem.

slow and methodical
work of editing and rewriting
persists through the frustration.


Yes, this is the wrenching process of writing.
_________________
Time is nothing but a disquiet of the soul