Saturday, August 13, 2011
One may ask
…ah, but do you not see
Nothing in the world can make us feel
Like the language of poetry
It weaves bland words into a charm
Emotion, raw, unfurled
Leaves us trembling, aching, warm
The best hurt in the world
Well, I can only speak for me
But there is nothing
On the face of this earth
Quite like poetry
'Look!' said Victoria in amazement (a few days ago)
'I found bunch of books where you wrote poems!'
'A-h-h-h, yes' I replied, 'the days before computer...'
'I wish you still did it like this' Victoria said
and all I could say was 'me too' as I lifted the book
to inhale the scent of 'real poetry' pages and ink...