Whatever has or shall be seen
With eyes or aching heart
Is the subject to be told
Their meanings to impart,
And, often such penned words
Sink like a poisoned dart.
On paper the poets ink
Like blood, will congeal
And relate all the joy, the pain,
The feelings we all feel,
Sometimes unintentionally
Striking our Achilles heel.
To some it was so ordinary
To one of untrained eye
But, to a perceptive Poet
The extraordinary won’t pass by
But shall be immortalised,
For written words cannot die.
Yes, true emotions are captured
For all to read at their leisure
In thoughts and images in rhyme,
Giving exquisite pleasure
And, as each reader is touched
The Poem becomes a treasure.
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Cygnus X-1 (
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Comments2
Amen!
wonderful flow, nodded along to every line, thanks for sharing
Lovely poem 🙂 liked the read ...
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