A Treatise on Poetry

The sky forges me again into

The phrases of mutual receptivity

Among the bare solemn words

Of frugal intonations.

The hymn of the sacred silence

That transcends from the purity of the woods,

In perfect harmony with the oneness.

The metaphors that define legacies,

That harvest the biographies

Fostered in literature, private and rapture

Feinted in patience of forsaken love.

Stanzas construe, Words proximate

Identities, like bittersweet self-portrayal

The chorus of poetic progenitor-ship

From sunlit memories to deflated hopes

The strange celebration of syntax

Dancing and lingering in hysterical tones

Stanzas pushed to the brink

The anticipation of new seasons

Wavering, to redden the crimson imagery

From the delicate diamonds of diction

The chromatic irony in me

The last residue of soul, hungry for verse

Starving in the urgency of realism,

Alive with the dignity of author-hood

To fulfill the crowning purpose of poetry.