sometimes I'm almost convinced
that's it's more than mere poetry,
maybe reality evinced
the apricity of history.
could be naïve or accurate predictions
or maybe the soul's yearning.
lessons from bad decisions,
for every day we're learning.
a walk, or song, or thought
a flame in the dark.
it could've been, could've not
hear it in the song of a lark.
and as curtains unfold
and words fly out
that heart so cold
will be rid of doubt.
YOU ARE READING
letters to someone
Poetryliterally free verse poems, writings and maybe even a paragraph or two, addressed to someone. the "someone" here is not specific, not the same and not a real person. it could be anyone :)))
