first attempt

The first attempt This is the first poem I try not to think about. It is like crossing the plateau of Alentejo I see the tarmac road that stretches miles ahead must follow the lines of the road or, fall off and sink into oblivion Poetry is not unlike arithmetic; using words instead of numbers The hope is that the writing has an inner logic  That defies jumbled words   The instrument has a hidden note that tells us That two is not four I try  telling you what I  hear, it is easy, our obligation to love our fellow beings  This request can be obtained by honest feelings