No Time For Poetry

No time for poetry

 

Lost in the scent of hot oven chocolate

In the corner of a lilting evening street,

When shadows begin to grow downwards,

I find me humming to myself,

There's no time for poetry.

 

Lost in the color of your perfect eyes

In the corner, at a place where your radiance meets

The shadows of your eyelashes,

I am made to believe in myself;

There's always time for poetry.

Reviews

[the_stoic]

reading this with dreary eyes i first wondered what was so special about this write (since it's coming from you after a long time) .. it's then that i observed that the closing lines say "there's always time for poetry" . bravo ! my friend .

~~~ Love - an eternal muse ~~~

[Aven]

and that is the story of how I met my muse... very well written! :)

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

i like that you summed this up just in two stanzas cause the contradiction of both the paras adds to the beauty and impact of this lovely poem.Poetry is always,everywhere..even when the muse runs away for a vacation for a little while.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

yes~ always time for the heart to sing of beauty as you have done here~

[Ruth]

Always a moment, however split, to capture a fragment of time and emotion1 lol
Beautiful piece love, your imagery really allows the reader to feel it!
AWESOME
xx

[Adelia Alighieri]

Very relatable. Well done.

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good poem. The picture is beautiful. You are correct in the end. Always time for poetry. A excellent poem.
Coyote