Living Poetry Never Rest
The most perfect poems ever composed,
drifts in thoughts undisclosed.
An inner voice whirling rhyme
Changing form, prosodic in prime
Whimsical words wheel along
psyches fleeting secret song.
Hidden harmonics undefined
Melodic metrics move by mind
Internal compositions, vibrant yet shy
Silent serenade subjective to I
A dynamic concerto in constant change
Where egos lyrics madly rearrange
Estranged metaphors bend in brains
Similes of life flow through veins
This is writing raw undressed
for living poetry never rest
18. June 2006 um 08:14
And so a poem is born…All who write them, know of what you speak. Nice string of poems.
18. June 2006 um 08:36
Hi Don. This poem was in refrence to the poem in our minds that is in constant change and moves to the motion our life. A poem that is not written on paper but lived.
18. June 2006 um 08:56
You’re right…and a few of us write them down!
18. June 2006 um 12:23
Travls,
Indeed.
Also, I like the new look of your blog!
18. June 2006 um 12:46
Thank you Don! I’m still tweaking it.
18. June 2006 um 14:25
Aye tis easy on the eye!
18. June 2006 um 14:30
Glenn, that’s good, because I was going for that softer touch.
24. February 2008 um 01:32
A poem that is made of win. :D
24. February 2008 um 01:36
Thanks Kobra!