Nov 2015
How pithy the pen,
Tis a disgrace?
Or a miracle?
He writes the pen,
In hopes of love,
When he should've known,
Love is everywhere.
I love the abstract,
Yet so exquisite!
Incrimination is it?
I love the Olden days mead,
+Beauty* in every pen.
So,
Desire or disgrace?
To the modern day poet.
Tis a disgrace?
Or a miracle?
He writes the pen,
In hopes of love,
When he should've known,
Love is everywhere.
I love the abstract,
Yet so exquisite!
Incrimination is it?
I love the Olden days mead,
+Beauty* in every pen.
So,
Desire or disgrace?
To the modern day poet.
Huh, I just love modern day poems. Yet some are pithy, and literal, It somehow disgusts me, or yet, prouds me. I believe that every piece of writing should be kept in *tradition* as of poets.
