Copy Original
Copy of a thought
Original thought now frames;
Copy means a lot
To leapfrog sans blame.
Words I hurl and swirl
In cryptic, mad haste;
Poise beyond harsh world
Paints a certain paste.
I glimpse fond sights here
To glue a stray mix;
My feelings now steer
My dose of self-fix.
Copy original
Tells of brief ink flow;
Word scripts move mental
The way ooze now shows.
Leon Enriquez
10 April 2016
Singapore
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
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
