Page Poem by Robert Smith
Page
her pen met the paper
a dot, jot, a tittle
a letter a word
then a phrase then a verse
a ribbon of passion
she scribed from her innocence
of warrior's love
unrequited and cursed
the cavalry charged
as knights fought with honor
with valiance and courage
the lines would not fall
the page burst in flames
as her heart burned to ashes
for no one was worthy
no one at all
A refined poetic imagination, Robert James. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
The page burst in flame with the ribbon of passion she inscribed..wow beautiful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 9:29:17 PM # 1.0.0.1119
a 'new' word...for me at least. and tittle made me wonder if you double-tapped your " t" key. i guess.... not. I'm pretty sure i like the last stanza. :) bri :)