Poets Words

Brown and green I stop to paint and start to think.

Wanted to write a poem about a girl I knew,
I hear the voice and its beating very true,
The warmth and pleasure I feel of my thoughts,
They may be put in words but instead I decide to tie some knots

And now I’m soon finished with this poem,
Cause just trying explaining her in beauty words,
Would be exhausting and the soul stops to works.
To define love in human tongue is a danger and for now I put down my pen and go for a sandwich.

Responses

2 comments so far.

1. KitWulf says:

   Kind of hard to understand, but then, so is the the love in which you speak, no?

   Thank you for all your comments

2. H says:

   I guees it is when you write something that is directly from your hearth.