A Poetic Caress
I write of things that are real,
some difficult to express.
And encourage hearts to feel,
with a poetic caress.
My pen interrogates pain,
exposing the hidden dirt.
And redefines what is sane,
hoping to explain the hurt.
My poems capture feelings,
from first breath; to death's embrace.
And shattering glass ceilings;
examine pride and disgrace.
My words reach out to a few,
going beyond expected norms.
And reflect their point of view
through rhyme or established forms.
My muse supersedes all bounds,
exhuming dead dreams and fears.
And my fragmented heart pounds,
dissecting anguish and tears.
My soul pools in hurting hearts
as it leaks upon the page.
And anxiety departs
from the heart of this old sage.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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