Vesna Kovrlija Poet Narrative

She Was a Poem

Trapped in the room 
Her heart was travelling 
To the utmost edge of the world 
Following the stars 
While she was painting 
And writing poems 
Genuine, shy, sweet poems 
Pursuing essential 
Truth and beauty 
And she was a poem too

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Debbie Duncan January 7, 2013 at 2:54 AM awesome write, love it , and she was a poem too ;} thank you for reading my " Mommie" poem. Have a blessed New Year ;}

Justin Bordner October 2, 2012 at 11:12 PM Perhaps what she was pursuing was right there in the room with her tools and heart Vesna - I like your name - a woman worth knowing - ' Her heart was traveling..." this is great expression - J.A.B. %

Sara Kendrick October 2, 2012 at 1:43 PM Great approach to this one..Enjoyed reading this afternoon..Thanks for stopping by with you kind review..SAra

Zhian Mostofi September 22, 2012 at 1:54 AM love how the last line kinda sets the tone for the ideal in mind

Debbie Duncan September 20, 2012 at 1:32 PM nice poem,,,, like the way it flows,,,,, and thank you for reading my PEARL,,,you have a blessed day Vesna ;}