Feeding One With Poetry Poem by julio tulipan

Feeding one with poetry


At night when a light sketched by adept pen
Twists herself with flash, her fingertip
Would get a tiny wound with words
Sitting in her depths to avoid evil, feeling secluded deer sounds
Yet the fresh and soft water brisk to the perfect point. Really
She will not be pushed too far by Peach Flood in March
Neither be swathed aside by silky dress of time
You want to lie down together with the Book of Song
To hatch a sentimental poem
For a man facing night sky to twist light himself
The hungry man in various hurried sea of people
He is willing to lose himself so erects ladders with a torch
Raising him by own to fabled four walls
He wants to put off the tight coat
Fortunately he dreams of a piece of small poem
Opened to smell of flavors of Book of Songs and water sound
He is chewing poetry
Back to his depth
For reconciliation around him