Shapes The Poetry Makes
I read the lines the poet has laid,
Good, bad and ugly, those compliments are paid,
But glancing at the letters gracing the page,
I see strange shapes that the lines have made.
A poem weaves life into two lover's embrace,
The image is clear as the lines fall into place,
Their touch is quite wordy, but the message is clear,
I'm seeing it happen as the letters disappear.
A drunkard sits and kicks his dog,
The goblet he holds comes out of the literary fog,
Almost tasting the liquor on his breath,
This poet's write shows life's symbols of death.
A downtrodden woman begs for life in another,
Her shape is quite lovely even if her lines are a bother,
The words they just seem to all fade away,
I see her plea and understand what she has to say.
Look for perfection even if the lines aren't speaking,
A poet's work gives life, so open your eyes and start seeing,
You may find something you didn't expect,
Shaping the poem with visual introspect.
Good, bad and ugly, those compliments are paid,
But glancing at the letters gracing the page,
I see strange shapes that the lines have made.
A poem weaves life into two lover's embrace,
The image is clear as the lines fall into place,
Their touch is quite wordy, but the message is clear,
I'm seeing it happen as the letters disappear.
A drunkard sits and kicks his dog,
The goblet he holds comes out of the literary fog,
Almost tasting the liquor on his breath,
This poet's write shows life's symbols of death.
A downtrodden woman begs for life in another,
Her shape is quite lovely even if her lines are a bother,
The words they just seem to all fade away,
I see her plea and understand what she has to say.
Look for perfection even if the lines aren't speaking,
A poet's work gives life, so open your eyes and start seeing,
You may find something you didn't expect,
Shaping the poem with visual introspect.
Eric B. Ramey
Copyright ©2004 Eric B. Ramey
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