Aaron Barth Martinson


Call It Life That Moves - Poem by Aaron Barth Martinson

What moves the pen; the breath, the mind?
A soothing jest by friends in time?
A death- a Love that's flown on Faith?
That Hope, misplaced by wretched men;
Address the jokes you play on them;
Those elements of soul stifled-
Between the brightness of your brain,
The fog seen only when you reign,
The words shown solely when you blaze:
A sun to rise, another son to raise.


Comments about Call It Life That Moves by Aaron Barth Martinson

  • Thomas Duncky (12/25/2011 1:07:00 AM)


    9C poem Aaron, like da rythm and da wei t flowz. Kp t up! (Report) Reply

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  • Thomas Duncky (12/25/2011 1:05:00 AM)


    wow dax a 9c poem, am impressd...kp t up poet. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 25, 2011

Poem Edited: Sunday, December 25, 2011


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