A Poem Matters
Feel in the breeze word strains that ooze,
In a bright flash comes strange lyrics;
Know in a squeeze verse drool from snooze,
A certain dash of crisp magic.
From mere nothing that feeling speaks,
Borne beyond thought a certain swirl;
Words craft something in surge and peak,
The muse now plots a brave new world.
Wonder hurls fest in curious show,
Brave is the man who dares live grief;
Vivid soul quest ascends with flow,
Yet the fool can salvage most brief.
We come and go not knowing when,
As ebb and flow consumes us then.
Leon Enriquez
05 August 2018
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2018
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