Monday, August 28, 2017

Creating Poems


I can't paint pictures using words

Neither beautiful or bold

I wish I could draw metaphors with gold

Or stanzas that shatter molds

Alphabets designed to leave you in awe

But I still can't paint, nor can I draw

Once my fingers touch the pen

The ink refuses my call

Papers await my fall

In the deepest pit of black holes 

When will I create poems as divine as my soul? 

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