The frozen sea of memories
waiting for a summer of words
or a shower of salt tears
something,anything
that may melt its core
the labyrinthine layers of
meanings,understood
yet misconstrued
versions of personal truths
life doesn't offer
the convenience of a thesaurus
of neatly sorted
synonyms and antonyms
even references
smudged in our paraphrases of reality
I give up and
let this embryo of a poem
qualify itself to be verse !
waiting for a summer of words
or a shower of salt tears
something,anything
that may melt its core
the labyrinthine layers of
meanings,understood
yet misconstrued
versions of personal truths
life doesn't offer
the convenience of a thesaurus
of neatly sorted
synonyms and antonyms
even references
smudged in our paraphrases of reality
I give up and
let this embryo of a poem
qualify itself to be verse !
I disagree with the 2nd paragraph n i wish this embryo to grow...
ReplyDeleteThanks Shelly ! just to let you know that your disagreement is valued as much as your constant praise and encouragement.
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