Take Heed from Fountain PenA Poem by Siddartha Beth PierceCucumber melon treats sure sound neat in waxifieng poetic schemes dripped upon the pages my flesh set about in unrest fluttering in the breeze unforeseen until they are unloosed upon the likes of you have you got a clue of what these words are here for to make your bodies rise, your soul soar your mind grapple with that with plagues us so in the arms of the muse we set about abused most often by ourselves the greatest and most hinderous hideous critic of all willing to scrawl black paint over the pen ink it out again as if it never were there for you to ponder that muse has taken flight inspired by the moonlight in its place remains the gloom of a sunny afternoon- shining brightly forth with smiles upon the sun daunting the ones that take heed from fountain pen and feed it 'til the end.
© 2008 Siddartha Beth PierceFeatured Review
Reviews
|
Stats
904 Views
31 Reviews Shelved in 2 Libraries
Added on March 14, 2008AuthorSiddartha Beth PierceRichmond, VAAboutArtist, Poet, Educator, African and Contemporary Art Historian more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|