Ars Poetica
Ars Poetica
Ink quill pens, pencils made of pine, hemp paper or sheepskin parchment, scrolled, rolled or watched on the internet
Encapsulated moment's forever drafted.
Personal eulogies, a reader’s revelation,
connection's to the transcendence that is the journey of their god.
IPods and scopes, how we idle away our days, no more butter to churn or biscuits to be made,
Poetry is ageless, an expression of daily thoughts, memories chunked by loss, blissful sweet release, a vengeful dimension,
Redundancy in words, both yours and mine, a stolen kiss, a mundane temptation locked in time.
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