Oh Poet
Writer of lovely verses
With your imagination
Shaping metaphorical figures
Around your bright red
Tongue
Do you know me
Oh Poet
You claim to see
To make us believe
However daunting your task
How far will you run?
There’s a garden
Laid with flowers
More than the violets
That you seek
Sunflowers stand tall
Guarding the edges
Oh Poet
What others would you find?
Once betrayed
Forgiven never forgotten
If you choose conquest
Over silence
You reap what you sow
I am grateful for words ❤