When I Read the Learned Poet
When I read the learned poet
Whose poem has words so magical,
I hear the sound of music
As melodious as a seagull.
Nothing compares to its grand power -
Every word edifies a castle's tower;
I sense the smell of the crimson rose
That bends a lady's gracious pose.
The poem in tempest creates a lull
With power to heal, the words dare speak.
Silently evoking illusions so quintessential
When finally I learned, I came to understand.
Copyright © Francisco Renion Jr. | Year Posted 2008
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