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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


From the bark of a sequestered oak
my tome-shanty, my wares
I never laid claimed to be a synonym
or any other glamor to fame
by writing imperfect words

Just a bookshop keeper with a mellow heart
and a bobbin for a mind spinning prose
poetic clamoring to woo a miss
from the inkwell, scribbling
of landscapes and meadows

Beneath the valiance of a noontime sky
until you awakened this motley old fool
with a rosebud's kiss to do me awhile
as I fell over-heals and wilted
when you gave a hungry eye

Finding love in your bliss
bequeathing to me poetic oxygen
while sweeping up a pile of synonyms
feeling the breath of a smile
from the bark of a sequestered oak

Submitted: July 07, 2021

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