What these words are worth
To those without eyes to read
Or chips in heads binaring what pens bleed?
Take time before it melts
To look,
To see,
To listen,
To hear
All the tiny things the earth
Wants
Unveiled
Record them, Poet!
Like the nine lovers of Hesiod sew
Lyrics to life from the smallest detail.
The simple worth of words
Exchanged:
Kindness.
Hearts slide outside
A closed box,
Unlocked,
Unhidden,
With pen’s ink
Rearranged order,
Unobsequioused
And find in disorder,
Joy’s deviance.
Poet's Corner 