Alkas Poetry Poet Prose Poetry

Handle My Book Read Me

Handle my book, and read me ...

        Who intends to understand me,
        wish to experience my soul,
        how does it do ...!?
        I am a shut enigma book,
        but I can be unfold ...
        I'm a rough poem,
        but illustrated ...
        I'm a painting, not from Picasso,
        but I have my details ...
        I'm made of doodles,
        Somewhat abstract but sincere ...
        I'm weird, but not that much ...
        I am peaceful, but I am warrior,
        no one puts me halters,
        I'm towering ...
        I do not fear death, but I fear
        not living life ...
        Who desires to capture
        my essence, come ...
        Read the book, read me ...
        In my inner book, I'm even further
        thrilling...!

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Joseph P. DiMino September 29, 2019 at 2:32 AM Some really splendid lines in this poem. Great imagery. A page turner I am certain. Excellent read!

Jeff Connelly September 28, 2019 at 4:42 PM Alkas you put wonderful words to the old saying, "You can't judge a book by it's cover." You've written some interesting duelisms about yourself. The yin and the yang must always complete itself inside you. Thanks so much Alkas.

Caren Krutsinger September 28, 2019 at 6:22 AM This poem is fun to read. "I'm made of doodles, Somewhat abstract but sincere ..." Alkas Poetry September 28, 2019 at 6:38 AM    Yes Caren, we are like that, concrete and abstract ... more abstract than we think we are ;;; Thank you for your pleasure reading me ... salute alkas