Poetry Is Naked
· English
poetry is naked it‘s
an arrangement of letters it‘s
syllables and words
at best
that don‘t mean anything
i guess
you dress them
undress them
you colour them
with the tinctures of your emotions
the shades of your sorrows
throw sparkles on them
sparkles you‘ve borrowed
from past and buried joy
you so long to revive
poems are empty buckets
you fill with
fears and dreams
and tears and streams
of thought
unfinished
imperfect
waiting
impatiently
to find their
destiny their
harbour
there you go
a poem
empty inactive
adamantly passive
waiting for you
to heal yourself