Poetic Drops of Naked Music
POETIC DROPS OF NAKED MUSIC
Writing drops of poetry, writing drops of rhyme
Dripping, dripping so sublime
Hush and hear their words fall lightly to the ground
Drops of poetry with nary a sound
Nay, there are no sounds to poetry but for the speaker
Some will tell you the world is wonderful however I say it’s getting bleaker
Some poetry will boldly describe, in accurate detail, a tale
While poets leave drops of poetry as did Hansel and Gretel to follow a trail
Sometimes that course leads a poet off course
Yet he writes against any power or force
Poets open their eyes and beg you to open yours
These wordsmiths live in towers with a hallway and only poetry will open its doors
Doors in a hallway that can make one laugh or cry
While one poet needs another to put the “good” back in “goodbye”
Still others are tortured and need that which only a needle will do
Well that’s how it is for me, I know nothing at all about you
© 2011.…..freepoetry
Poets are very sensitive folk who require only a concept and a pen
But then there are poets such as me who are weak in a powerful way
I leave drops of tears mixed with my poetry that drips
Because sometimes it’s pharmaceuticals which my shaking hand grips
Words pour forth from beyond a realm of my mind
And in the end drops of poetry is all I’ll have to leave behind
© 2011.….free cee
Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2011
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