He's a Poet

He doesn't see the world in black and white
he sees similes and hues
analogy and metaphor

For him
there are letters in the black of flying birds
and flowers chatter in a woodland breeze

He sees a headland at night as a crouching panther

He hears polite applause in the fall of water on a sandstone fountain

He sees beauty in the face of Sappho's loss
and warmth in the arms of Poseidon


He's a Poet

 

 

 

◄ He’s a Drunk

Made up ►

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Michelle

Thu 19th Nov 2015 16:57

Thank you very much. Much appreciated x

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Laura Taylor

Thu 19th Nov 2015 14:38

Mmm yes I like this lots too.

there are letters in the black of flying birds
and flowers chatter in a woodland breeze

quality that ^

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Stu Buck

Thu 19th Nov 2015 13:40

excellent. will read more of your stuff.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Thu 19th Nov 2015 12:25

I must find time to catch up with your work. This is delightful.

Alex Swarbrick

Tue 21st Jul 2015 05:00

Lovely.Like this :)

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