A Poets Table
A brain that seems to analyze it all...
Confussed with thoughts that soon free fall...
When I shake my head I'm not saying no...
It's just a nod that can't find it's go...
I'm trying a new fresh start where I can walk...
A table set for poets who understand my talk...
Where just my eyes can tell you I'm sad...
And a small hand gesture can tell you I'm not so bad...
In this new playground the pen is a sword and the paper a shield...
Poems become conversations that will soon cover our fields...
A fresh start where fashion is written in forms...
And caring and love can never be torn...
by Michael J Falotico
for "Cobwebs & Dust" contest
I chose (c) a fresh start..
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2012
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment