Poetries logic.

Ink spills my thoughts to the page, curves and letters binding Each moment in stone; poetry consumes every colour, Every shade of every tone. Let the noises ring around me as I paste what sound does ripple, An orchestra of nature and the rain starts to tipple; staining every leaf Poetry steals the textures tunes; I feel every grain of the deserts Roaring dune. Memories taint every strike of the clocks ancient hand; gray photos and yellowing wills only add to plotted plans; written to combine what love had to say, the daisies and Tulips are only buttons lost in hay. Layered with emotions, knitting secrets into sheets; sleeping in passions Portals such dreams took to greet. Scribing each word To their abiding meaning, metaphors and similes are flowing rivers with writer’s lyrics teeming. Poetries no sin, neither angels blessed words; perceiving every damned motion wanting to be heard.