Arrows! Against these chain mail
is effective to repel the sharpness
of their flighted points.
Even hardened bullets, blunt in their intent,
Now I don’t know
who you are
or where you are
or if you’re reading this
Shall I compare thee to a Silverstein
Thou art more serious in thy art
And alas much less acclaimed
He is much loved by all the children gruff
So you say that we can choose.
We surely can, that’s not news!
We choose the colour of our shoes,
as long as that’s the colour fashion’s use
I don't know who you are,
but I glimpse you are not
such an ordinary soul.
Your perception travels far,
“Open the box with the key within”
So says the sign.
Oh what a conundrum.
I have waited for so long
Looking from the angle of two words
that are entirely opposed.
Some well worn expressions
take on new meanings,
A burning Bush
could be good for
But do I sense
Do you ever imagine when reading a poem,
not the image that’s written in verse,
but the poet that’s writing these words.
The image of one from whom this poem has come?
When does one become many?
When love seeks to own,