SecretA Poem by YouoweYoupayMy secret, it walks out on me...
Secret
I'm not even sure what Kind of prose this will be But I write what I sense And I write it for me I will sit and I will tell What my symptoms are And you could be my well Like all white sheets are This secret of mine is Something you can relate to In misery or in bliss This secret of mine is complex Something out of the blue I've been perplexed. Vexed. It's damn true You could be next My secret walks out on me Right to the ataba (steps) of your door My secret it gives in and up on me It tells the world about my core The sky is smudged with the clouds of noon And snowdrop flowers they bloom too soon You can always find stanzas for the moon I think about it all amidst the desert dunes Beauty for the eye is a moment that ends Loiters in your mind then passes like the winds Like ripples of smoke From a tobacco roll Like a dewdrop that soaks Into the sunrise call Beauty does not cure A history of scars You'd somehow endured But, hey, look at the stars Not for hope, I meant. Or for prose of compliment But for the twinkle in its track A light in an eternity of black I live to find out what He'd made me for But that's not just my case I see it in the crimson lace Of every war. © 2010 YouoweYoupayAuthor's Note
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Added on December 4, 2010Last Updated on December 4, 2010 AuthorYouoweYoupayAmman, ..., JordanAbout"The Universe is made of stories, not of atoms." ~Muriel Rukeyser "There is no one more rebellious or attractive than a person lost in a book." “He allowed himself to be swayed by his con.. more..Writing
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