He Was A Poet Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

He was a poet

I could easily hear
His pen played the notes
I heard marching words
I could hear
He sighed:
"I am afraid..."
I imprisoned my breathe
He went on:
"Will be orphaned..."
I listen surprised
As does a person in dark
A single hiss sound
Possibly a snake; possibly...
Nothing is in dark but fear
"What? "
I exhaled the word:
"Orphan"

A poet as he was
Cloud his thoughts
Words emerald; nymphs' eyes

"If I die..." he wrote.
I heard the word walk
Down my spine ran
(Sweat drops)

"If I die...will be...will be orphaned."
I missed a word.
I fell off hanging bridge.
Who?
What?
Why?

"Melancholy" ran breathing hard
Melancholy will be alone.

He was a poet; his thoughts cloud; words emerald.