I used to write poetry ones,
Those days were very sweet
As buns, and I love it
To rhyme with time,
...
Life is wonderful if we just realize it,
The spectacular art is a mystery
Unknown until creative mind
Is set in with effort and love,
...
Getting ready for you,
Disguised to save,
Myself from you,
You are cold 'nd
...
A new perspective,
Found in an evening,
Moment by moment of
Unfolding scattering,
...
The Love, Poetry & Time
I used to write poetry ones,
Those days were very sweet
As buns, and I love it
To rhyme with time,
My poetry prime,
Like the star
Trail mime,
Serene
Time,
What a
Sweet dear
Playful Rhyme,
Every drop of the rain,
Memorized by the beauty
Of time, I know why life is more
Than just dime and crime, its love
That adds purpose to the touch and time.
This poem that makes me feel the poet's passion underneath the deceptive calm. Who knows what poems he can come up with once his pent-up emotion blows?
This poet dabbles in extreme sports to divert his excess energy to something productive. It's a wonder how he can contain such power in a restrictive structure with minimal words as in a K - shape poem. I would say, with much exquisite restraint.