A young poet
Once wrote,
They say
You don’t need
To believe,
They pray
All you have to do
Is weave,
They read
Those words unsaid
Spilled ink verses
Unspoken truths
And silent verses
Following
The ink-poor pen
Commands,
The poet’s
Precocious wisdom
Wrote these lines
Fingers, alas!
Just obeyed
And,
As such verses
Were
Written
Said
Spilled,
On spoiled
Post-it pads,
Recited,
They couldn’t leave,
Or believe,
Neither pray,
For that fallen leaf,
Those words unsaid,
Unspoken truths,
Dry wit,
Lyrical faith,
A poet’s fall,
Written
Said
Spilled
Like fallen leafs,
Whole post-it pad,
All left unread
Poetic license
Ah! Wonderful poetry.
Thank you Shanyu Dear. 🙂
My absolute pleasure!
:)))
Fantastic poem. All those lines on posted notes. I can picture this in my head.
Oh thank you SO MUCH!!!! 🙂