Poem: Ars Poetica

Tell her how dreams must mean

Something, how whites symbolize

Pure and reds represent Passion.

Tell her how rhythm is in rain,

In footsteps and heartbeats

And timid tree buds just bloomed.

Tell her how beauty beds itself

In her rosebud hips, her pink rose lips,

In sweaty palms parched for partners.

Tell her how you find poetry lost;

How can it depict the words past

Written by actions, emotions,

Beauty, rhythm and dreams?

This article appears in April 2016.