Twins of Nature
You sound so good
When ever
I read you
I feel poetry comes to you
As it does to me
But to me silently
To you furiously
Like a tsunami
That’s what poetry is
Now I blindly can see
Nay hear thee
SON rise
If you permit me
Rise!
In winter
One rarely sees a dawn,
Sunrise,
That’s how
We appreciate it
When it,
Does rise,
(I mean sun)
Does in spring rise
Was my wording
A dawning surprise
Rise,
I mean
Sunrise.
Shakingspeare.
twins
I expect poetry comes to you in explosions, not silently for thoughts can be loud while unheard by others. Don't most write for the sake of being understood better?...................scribbler