Yutka's poetry
Poems are born at night
Poems are born at night
when colour's gone,
when nothing bright
distracts the mind,
when words alone
become all light:
a gossamer above
a furtive spark of love.
When sparks from sparks escape
while stardust falls
and flows into my mind
there taking shape,
then silently
and all forlorn
my poem has been born.
Poems are born at night
when colour's gone,
when nothing bright
distracts the mind,
when words alone
become all light:
a gossamer above
a furtive spark of love.
When sparks from sparks escape
while stardust falls
and flows into my mind
there taking shape,
then silently
and all forlorn
my poem has been born.
