It’s not the length
It’s the depth
It’s not the rhyme
But how sublime
It’s not the metre
But the pitter-patter
that goes on long after
It’s not the title
That's just a hoax
It’s not the ending
That’s the un-joke
It’s the beginning
That's when it starts
When it first grabs me
By the heart
The moment born
The seduction of poem
Wow, the seduction of poem. That's what it is; your poems seduce me. So ingeniously written, it draws you in..(smile)
Sonya, I love this poem. The sentiments ring so true for me too. If something touches your heart it matters not whether it has the correct pentameters, syallables or otherwise. To me that is what poetry does. You captured it perfectly in this lovely poem. HG: -) xx
Poem grabs just like that........ Sublimation is the focal point...... Good write, Sonya.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the lines and the flow on this very poem are brilliantly done..outstanding write