simply explains why i love to write poetry
Gift of Words
As I begin to hold this piece
A great wonder from afar had me seized
In my weak imagination with enormous care
Having this gift of words like strands of hair
Unfading hue written in a shaft of white
Are threads of words carved in my heart's delight
With this uncovering pen and with this flickering ink
Feels like my piece in my heart's link
It happens because things inside are hard to express
And alone with papers crumpled and messed
So I would rather get a pen to test
My gift of words more or less
More than these texts that you see so far
Is my poetry of a humble attire
More than a white space with words unclear
Is my rhapsody of imagination you see right here.
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*copyright Anthony Oliveros
the true words and feelings of a poet. well explained why we write. nice poem
Yes--wonderfully expressed :)