Saturday, November 3, 2018

The Imaginary Poem


In looks outside is a rhapsody,
The sky is Heaven’s precious Blessing...
A fruit sings to a choir’s melody,
Every Breath is The Gracious Lord’s kissing...

Eyes sing a minim rhyme,
Asleep are two pigeon birds...
They sing a song to a kite sublime,
Clouds walk in winter herds...

Breath sings to the sky,
The blue note rhymes a poem...
On a cheek parks a fly,
Fingers walk in a static loam...

A cloud speaks to the other,
The wind is the Moon’s Brother...
A song sung with Angel Feather,
Sleeping is the wing’s slither...

The waves speak to the water,
A Chicken eats her liver...
Pained is a saddened blister,
The winter sings to the dark in silver....

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