The way I read your mind
Is the same as sign language in your poetry?
*Poetry is the chiseled marble of language;
It’s a paint-spattered canvas - but the poet uses words instead of paint,
and the canvas is you:*
You borrow a phrase, and hanged it like a gibbet,
That meant nothing for us: it was so ribbit ,ribbit
You sat there on the log and watch as the frogs
Jump from Lilly pad to lily pad: in the dusky fog
The frozen frogs’ moves, your words croaked
we decipher your deepest fears,
so why do you filled the pond with the splashing tears?
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 8:30 AM UTC
The way I read your mind
Is the same as sign language in your poetry?
*Poetry is the chiseled marble of language;
It’s a paint-spattered canvas - but the poet uses words instead of paint,
and the canvas is you:*
You borrow a phrase, and hanged it like a gibbet,
That meant nothing for us: it was so ribbit ,ribbit
You sat there on the log and watch as the frogs
Jump from Lilly pad to lily pad: in the dusky fog
The frozen frogs’ moves, your words croaked
we decipher your deepest fears,
so why do you filled the pond with the splashing tears?
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