He chooses his words with a careful hand
He shifts them slowly from palm to palm
He weighs them, smells them
Gently brushes the dust off them
He looks at them with a discerning eye
Arranges them from left to right
He listens to them, whispers to them
Through the evening he will make love to them
Come morning with a grateful heart
He'll tell them they must soon depart
And with a gentle shove and smile
He'll watch them as they wave goodbye
And then he starts to cry
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
Nice verse, very creative and poetic, looks like you are a lady poet... Frank
A lovely narrative on the creation process and the final birth of a poem... I agree with Patricia the ending is super...
aesome very nice lines.... how well u depicted the poetic discourse.... well written here ten
A wonderful example of extended metaphor, well-sustained throughout the poem. A beautiful piece.
Delightful piece that describes the process of creating with vivid colour. Poems feel like offspring as Patricia states below 10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lady with poetic insight. Very well crafted. CP