I wonder
What makes a poet.
What makes a poem.
Do words
Need
To
Be placed
In a strategic
Or artistic fashion
Or tell stories of love and lost.
Or is the simple fact of the man
Sitting across from me
On the subway
Going to work.
His book about to drop on the floor
As his eyes close.
Or is it words
That
Mean nothing separately
But everything to-gether.
I believe rhyming is dated
And also highly over rated
But, what do I know
A poet,
I
Am
Not
confessions are self-serving
Life somehow is chasing rainbows with a stranger; with that, you'll never be lonely.
With a Challenger-deep Sentiments
Words are beautiful beyond meanings
Novelist, Poet, Wordsmith
weird alien 👽
the literary asylum
Understanding someone’s way with words isn’t as simple as you think.
Talk Books. Drink Coffee.
WITHIN ARE PIECES OF ME
Poetry from an English Hart
.......is writing
Lucidly in shadows. Poetry from a hand that writes misty.
Occasional Musing
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
Because poetry. And petals.
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