She passed smiles like gifts
One wrapped in warmth
The loudest presence in the room
Maybe if she was a poem,
It would be titled as Sunshine
That was the thing about poem
One you start to write one
It's difficult to not see in it everything else
Even in the people
And so one by one everyone around me turned into a poem
More than people
But emotion
Like the starlight
So close yet far
Abstract and otherworldly
Then the roof and floor
The backbone of the lore
Without them the story would always be incomplete
Then there's that musical doll
Elastic hips, and plastic dress
Musing and amusing one and all
A poem for each
Or each for a poem
Last but not least,
The narrator
Without whom there might not be this poem
YOU ARE READING
Lost words
PoetrySome words, some thoughts, some feelings-- complicated, intricate, fragile gets lost in the day to day. So let's carve out those, and let them breathe and come to existence through the mere power of poetry
