The Poe(T) Ree Poem by Malik Barakat

On the poe(t) ree
My quill flies
far far into a poetic world
Where ink and muse
Copulates on a white plain sheet which looks like a bed.

On the poe(t) ree
My quill waltz
Round and around
To the tunes of a musical concerto
Where all the instruments played do nothing, but marvel at the emotions purgated in tranquility.

On the poe(t) ree
My quill walks majestically into a bush fallowed farmer's land
Where imaginations gets planted and reality are harvested

On the poe(t) ree
My quill leads me
Unconsciously into a pregnant land where words are conceived and flows like freshwine in a brewery company.

On the poe(t) ree
I pluck the fruits of emotions
And suddenly turns a painter
Who paints words in pictures with the use of lines and stanzas.