A WEARY POET Buried in blue and yellow, Beneath fire - TopicsExpress



          

A WEARY POET Buried in blue and yellow, Beneath fire blankets And a bold maroon comforter, One sheet lumped in a corner, I am just warm enough To be unselfishly conscious Even of my own thoughts! Absent of physical strain, Tired, I try to focus While holding my magic pen, Which carries a precious secret But it floats away Like music once it passed The secret way While going out preserved, Totally undisturbed! Suddenly, I heard a loud voice This seemed to remove the distance, Perhaps, it was my soul, Speaking to me of worthy things Or urging my heart to be willing! Now, I am seeking more Than hiding behind my weariness, Looking into the darkest bright, Seeing riddles hidden in my soul And questioning at the same time My broken and stubborn heart: Why do you still refuse To reconcile with my eased mind? No answer precipitates the air Breathing this weary poet! Romeo Della Valle (c) All rights reserved-2009 New York City
Posted on: Sat, 10 Jan 2015 17:49:25 +0000

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