A Pantoum for Poetry

Fri, 07/01/2016 - 16:53 -- Shall_I

Poetry one day came knocking at my door,

And I wasn’t ready or anything.

Reluctantly I let it in, for

It was nothing, just a fling.

 

And I wasn’t ready or anything

My pen moved to tell words unspoken

It was nothing, just a fling

Until I wrote with my eyes wide open

 

My pen moved to tell words unspoken

It doesn’t matter what they said

Until I wrote with my eyes wide open

Blinking, the words danced inside my head

 

It doesn’t matter what they said

Reluctantly I let it in, for

Blinking, the words danced inside my head

Poetry one day came knocking at my door

This poem is about: 
Me

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