Posted: August 24, 2016 in Euphoria
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No Poetry could…

Describe the beads of sweat,

That form rivulets on Lamy’s back like dew.

Explain how joy overflows

In tears from eyes that have held sadness.

Fathom how a beating heart

Fragile in its beat holds promise of tomorrow.

Describe how the waking sun

Rises from the east and paints the fields crimson

Explain why the moon’s reflection,

Dances on the ocean as the fisherman casts his net

Fill memories with rhythm,

Gift letters the wings to flutter on melody’s strings

Tame the wildfire desire sparks

In her eyes as she lays firmly in my arms

Unlock the stanzas in my soul,

As your name holds like an anaphora on a loop

But this Poetry should


  1. What poetry should aspire to…
    Very nice!


  2. goldenwura says:

    Awwwn. I like this.

    Liked by 1 person

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