Apr 2013
Hello Poetry!
My illustrious friend!
It is here,
That we meet once again!
Never before did I intend to show,
The colours inside that resonate and glow!
Fortified within the four walls of my forehead,
Connected linguistics and rhythms were put to bed.
When pen met paper, it would be a rare oddity,
A place where my words turned into a holiday:
A place to absorb some sunlight,
The crisp, warm & creative air,
Only to be forgotten,
A month after you had been there!
But no longer will the quill remain in its sheath,
No longer shall a poem, be unable to breathe.
How?
(You ask)
Because my creativity is alive!
Especially now,
Because I can post them online!
My illustrious friend!
It is here,
That we meet once again!
Never before did I intend to show,
The colours inside that resonate and glow!
Fortified within the four walls of my forehead,
Connected linguistics and rhythms were put to bed.
When pen met paper, it would be a rare oddity,
A place where my words turned into a holiday:
A place to absorb some sunlight,
The crisp, warm & creative air,
Only to be forgotten,
A month after you had been there!
But no longer will the quill remain in its sheath,
No longer shall a poem, be unable to breathe.
How?
(You ask)
Because my creativity is alive!
Especially now,
Because I can post them online!
