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A Poem Is Nothing
A poem is nothing more or less
than words mostly on paper
unless
you are in love or hope to be
in love
or have seen how the light breaks
above the row of billowing clouds
fixed as if forever
over the eastern mountains
but then of course maybe
you’ve just seen a child cry
as she watches the man go
without looking back or maybe
a withered old woman sleeping
on a park bench by the river
in the early morning
A poem is nothing more or less
than words mostly on paper
unless
you are in love or hope to be
in love
or have seen how the light breaks
above the row of billowing clouds
fixed as if forever
over the eastern mountains
but then of course maybe
you’ve just seen a child cry
as she watches the man go
without looking back or maybe
a withered old woman sleeping
on a park bench by the river
in the early morning
2 comments:
Miles,
Beautiful beautiful lines. Love, loneliness Sorry and Empathy, you need some or all of these to lend life to idle lines.
Good Day.
Jerral, these are gorgeous!
Hector
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