When a Poet Bleeds The Blues - Poem
When a poet...
Bleeds
the blues
His pen begins to ooze
the blue rivered stains
of his pain upon paper
Often writing,
from the edge
of his sleeve
He leaps...
in to the breeze
as his words become wings
The open horizon
sings
As he flies away
Melting blissfully
upon the soul...
of our memories
Very nice! I really like the way you transition from the paper to the skies. As a poet myself, I can feel the pain "oozing" onto the paper and then the relief and release as the flowing words lift one's spirit into the air and ultimately scatter them to the winds. Beautiful!!! My description doesn't do your poem justice (which is really the highest complement one can give). Well done!!!
Thanks.
Well done, felt very atmospheric, keep it up <3 namaste