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