Poetic Justice

A poem about writing

There's no poetic justice
to be given in love.
Words to a poet
like wings to a dove.

Conversations like breeze
through a warm summer night.
Pen to white paper
the poet she writes.

About life and love
and the loss she must face.
When poem is complete 
at such a fast pace.

No poetic justice indeed
for the poet.
Writing her heart onto paper
as only she knows it.

Reviews

[Wórdsmíth]

I should scream out loud one word .. only one word for a beautiful Victoria & for her this wonderful write and the word is .. "Whao". I`m stunned!! Yea.. yeah, I`m totally stunned to read this write.. what a great grip over the flow of rhyme! I enjoyed reading this one... a writer always puts the heart he`s got to live and to be lived, he let the compositions of his heart go walk over the words .. putting down every beat of his .. unto the pages of life. Great job!! Yeah, your write too appeared to me too like a rap. Keep on!

[Victoria Mae]

Thank you very much! :)