Poetic Lines
MOON.
and hugs
ladder,
the poetic
the ladder,
ups
Heart
Moon hair, hiding behind lines, hails heart.
Pilgrims to heaven, packs on their back,
dance on rainbows.
Princesses read trees,
streams and brooks;
heroes - drunk with fumes of poetry -
beat their breasts
and sitting on their knees,
they whine for unrequited love.
Listen, and see around.
These are what we –
poets have done.
Behold, that god of love, Cupid:
the child with darts.
We created him,
giving wings to love.
Copyright © Newton Ranaweera | Year Posted 2020
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