Sunday, November 11, 2012

A Poem is Never Done

A poem is never done nor is it created
because every poem is an imperfect copy
of the one poem that only always echoes
just beyond the reach of your shadow.

Silly, isn't it?

Everything is a poem and the poem is always nothing.

Vowels carry melody, consonants are drums
and rhythm and melody can fascinate indeed.

But if you really need a pentameter, listen to your heart.