Absolute Poem
How do you have a poem?
When life just trudges on
It is not a bad thing, an ordinary
Yet let me ink a lyrical song
Where a whisper is cherished
Something held like a jewel
Hidden in her silent mind
To be taken out in lowness
With fragile gloved palms
Held close to breaths memories
Where scented journeys travel
With mysterious absolute path
Oh flower that thou is, I listen
And the tune sings within
Spouting stringing harp
Mysterious melodies confined
©cat hodgson
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