Verse yet not the blank
blanketed by the smokes of fire
as when frayed
by the fangs of desire,
love is not blank
as verse of the heart
yet not the void vile amuck
as glanced inhered sovereign
as the rhythm into the river
as the love is yet mightier
than pen as when wrought
by the inkling of love as passion
This poem looks deep into the heart of life and love and poetry. Your words flow like music. Your heart is open. Your spirit shines. love, Allie xxxx
Blank to bank.... As a viper I could sink my teeth into this... the verse draws me to images of billowing cloud shapes that takes away the blankness and the worthy piece then transforms as sometime to be bank-ed on instead.. xx
Your right Dr. Kar! Love is not passion alone, no verse can truly explain the depths. Best regards: Thad *10*!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the poetic features like VERSE, BLANK again known as blank verse is beautifully linked with various aspect of life. Blank offers a pun here...sensible and sensitive