“Never Touch This Poem”
Hear. If you can from there
Wispy flutters inside the ears
A bug stuck, wings of sheer
Silk dying in a verse-like throb
So, be my rhythm lub-dub love
Heart’s step, stopping clear
Of un-penned words and lines
Don’t ask to see or touch them
See, come see my womanly tree
Wild strophes, fruity poetry
Growing off the dusky bark
Sniff the resin, let the thorns be
Don’t give it a name, rather sing
To it. Bring it no prizes, ribbons
Blue. The meters easily change hue
So wait. Outside the gate and see
Touch. Only when it has asked
Away from the learned newsprint
Suave tomes and video screens
Even if it seems a blotch of ink.
Image from the Internet: "Three Worlds" by M C Escher
4 comments:
:) you touched my heart with this one Nabs .. I had no time to write mine.. sorry I am commenting so late
Thx! I like writing ABOUT poetry... and Escher's work with it. hmm, special for me!
Like this alot... you are so talented... gosh. Everything you write is so polished and beautiful.
I like the resin.. interesting how one word or element can remind you of something..
Thanks Nabina...
Hello. And Bye.
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