Poets Who Pinch
I know poets
Who pinch
Who have no time for rhyme
Yet their music tics
You read the poem
Eat each word
Garnished with wit
And marvel at it
Some pens will melt
Mess with ink
And sink your soul
without a rhyme
There is witchcraft of words
Inside the jungle
Where letters grow
And dreamers go
It is never a crime
If you never ryhme
Time after time
You can even mime
Attack from the heart
Let the wizard loose
Go into darkness
And dine with the soul
I know poets
Who pinch
Who have no time for rhyme
Yet their music tics
Copyright © Peter Onyancha | Year Posted 2020
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