My poetic side is dark
like a starless sky in August
or a rainy day in April;
it's neither African or not-African
it's left open, to be judged.
my poetic side,
is full of weird obsessions
like when good poets were born
Actually
most come in August June December
And many die in January,
my birthday month.
my poetic side
is also full of good poems
memorised in the agony of slow days
audens eliots plaths and yeats
blakes kiplings and stevens
all that and more.
My poetic side is free
free like public days
and full of berries made
in the vineyards of the mind.
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Comments2
Brooding and soulful - wonderful
I'm very grateful for that. Thanks
May that poetic side of you forever bring us good words like these you have written.
Welcome to MPS.
Lots of thanks
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