A poet never writes …
He pucks what he can’t digest anymore.
Undertakings weird,
Accepted by million though.
He tries to masticate and
Swallow the gooey unbreakable stuff.
Yet, abortive unlike people around.
Stomach-a failure- to transform it and
Make it a fraction of body and psyche.
He pucks and hurl s it out.
With only difference…
It either sees the sheen or
Lumber-room is the destination.
Unknowingly, puck at first becomes his component
Then, comes out undigested.
Amalgamated with the self.
Poet never write they puck.
Not the unbreakable substance this time but
Entangling controversial mind's eye.
Finding it out unadjustible in heart and mind.
They let it go,
Go and catch the life on the wing.
The elusive bulk lest,
It should start eating the tissue, lest
It should suffocate breathing room, lest
Stuff the void inside.
Ending in destructive explosion.
A poet never writes but pucks,
Like a kid,
The milk after his stomach is puffy.
When overload agitates him.
A poet never writes but pucks…
A true depiction of the artistry of a poet who draws several different sentiments from different things and liberate words from his or her thoughts and deify them in poetry. It is the abstract head of a poet that makes him flow the words and leave the traces of his or her creativity.....
Stomach-a failure- to transform it and Make it a fraction of body and psyche. He pucks and hurl s it out. With only difference… bowled over great write Sophie
its really awesome poem...a poet never writes but pucks...that was my favourite line...poetry is an image of the emotions...its really nice
its a nice piece, working through the intricacies of human behaviour and its link to the poetic life......... Sophia, keep it up
A palatable digestible, with high nutrition value to brain...poem., I like your styles., of writing.
It's not poetry, if it doesn't come through your gut... Truly a wonderful and sincere piece... loved the lines.. Then, comes out undigested. Amalgamated with the self. Regards, Kamran
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I would like to translate this poem
Poet never write they puck. Not the unbreakable substance this time but Entangling controversial mind's eye. Finding it out unadjustible in heart and mind. They let it go, ......awesome, well expressed...cheers with 10++++