I Am a Poet

I am a poet in the way I rest my pen
in my creased fingers
and smother the ink

in the way I see time pass by the globe
and in birds I recognise lost lovers
at the shore I collect pieces of this earth

in you I find my muse
by touch I could recognise you blind
by smell I could paint you in pastels

passion filling the shining cup
and I down every drop
tingles in my chest burst into pirouettes

I am a poet from the way
honey seals my mouth
leaving my insides to run wild

Reviews

[Green]

This is so relatable. We really do see the world differently. I guess that makes sense when you're constantly composing something in your head. I particularly liked the opening lines: 'I am a poet in the way I rest my pen/ in my creased fingers/ and smother the ink'. You just have a beautiful way with words. Thank you for sharing this with us.

[Marcella]

Thank you, I truly appreciate your kind words!

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Very good...

Really enjoyed it...

"... and in birds I recognise lost lovers"

Indeed!

Great poetry!!! And real... to some at least.

;)

[Marcella]

Thank you, I deeply appreciate it!

[The_Ancient_Rock]

You are most welcome!

;)