Full Life In The Day Of A Poet
The Poet Writes:
Dawn. The sun's big display creates its fortune.
The Poet rises in a beam. Small birds chirp
near the Poet's smile. The day's marvelous
reality. A phenomenon. Should the Poet
doubt reality when it lives in his senses?
The Poet Writes:
Noon. A sudden change in the hour's hand,
light floats its bright balloon. The birds insist,
more songs. The afternoon's various glitters
are thrown into the air. The Poet's mind,
a warm breeze flows.
The Poet Writes:
Night. A crimson lavender sky
ushers the darkness. Nighttime's stillness
spills from creation's hands. The Poet
is silent. Memories burn his nerves.
Like an octopus, his hand clutches a pencil.
Like fine hairs, splintered graphite falls to the paper.
The Poet Writes ...
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from my fourth book: The Translator
©dah / TZ Press 2015 a.r.r.
"Full Life In The Day Of A Poet" was first published in
'Miracle Magazine'
Poetry by Dah
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Written on 2017-04-21 at 21:33
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