She Asked Me Poem by Mohammed AlBalushi

She Asked Me



She asked me why my pen is sad
ink Heavy blood and foul
Stumbling walking, lame
Vaguely thought
Strange alphabet
Thinking in her words
I looked to the sky
Traveling cloud
Blocked sunlight
Moment
Left and brighten the sun
I smiled and told her
You are the clouds and I am the sun

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
To Windward 11 September 2011

Nicely done and, having two daughters myself, I appreciate the sentiment. Thanks

0 0 Reply
Unwritten Soul 11 September 2011

Your pen inspired her to ask, Her question inspired you to find the answer, and your answer may inspired her for more question or a satisfaction or sensation before she lend you another inspiration and it recycling all over again :) it's rule of life maybe_Unwritten Soul

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success