Golden Poem 1

How Does a Poet Spend a Day?

Golden Poems Category
© Shadi Shidrawi 2015

Drifting
drifting
into sapphire

Nectar from saps
of twigs
rhythmical by pattern

A gaze into botanical
botany
bombing inside
revealed meditation

Repelling aches
stratospheric incantations
in cantankerous
spasms
of agitation.

Where would a poet go?
meet myriads
of prophets

Lo and behold
without his nature
still
creates anew

Without his lute
grabs a flute
mesmerizing ears
to bloom

Sips on his coffee
morning delights
wans at noon
the charm of lunch in words

Raves at sunset
subsets to gloom
tea and its remedy
strengthens his loom.

Drafting
drafting thoughts
eternally full of charm
crafting nuances
from languages
forgotten.



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