A Poet I Am Not
A poet I am not
I woke up today to blue sapphire skies
with ribbons of fuchsia and crimson hues
Having my minds reveries realized
With mental imbroglios I'm imbued
I whiled away the day, in purple haze
entranced in cerebral meditations
Pondering the adjectives that portrays
awesome celestial revelations
I searched in vain for the words to describe
scenes of ethereal spectral visions
There was no way for my heart to transcribe
broken thoughts from synaptic collisions
I saw beauty that transcends conscious thought
Words fail me, so... a poet I am not
March 09,2017
For Brian Strands contest!
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2017
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