Poesy
In silence still,
I hear echoes;
Dance beyond will,
Shadows follow.
Verse greets feelings,
Simple strokes strides;
Glimpse thought fumbling,
Ease bitter rides.
Words struggle free,
Sense touching urge;
Poesy calls me,
Floods touching urge.
Lines aptly form,
Warm touch meet thrills;
Soul frames a norm,
Forge wonder's fill.
Poetry speaks well,
Transcends thought brief;
Discerns and dwells,
Learns gist of grief.
Leon Enriquez
13 April 2016
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2016
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