Poets’ Emotions
This conveyor of emotion
speaks words of love and sorrow
The sounds of verse
the muse whispers
Must she speak?
Colors breathe light
and paint a poem
Your heart is broken
by the beautiful one
Vivid is the night
This emotional relic
wears pain artfully
The moon and stars shine
dancing with the light
The music is the words
Must the ink run dry?
The pain is sunrise
caressing the morning
The dew is the pain
So bitter, so cold
this icy sorrow
This conveyor of emotion
speaks words of love
in the dark silent night
©Dale CJ Clark
Reindeer
and paint a poem
And your poetic canvas here is marvelous, Dale.
peace and love, Carole
This is excellent! I felt it on many levels, you've captured
the internal world wonderfully!
Wonderful write Dale!
Love
Eileen
Carmen :-)
Emotions are raw at times for sure!!
Love Tinky