A Page Poem by Nolin Dowie

A Page

Rating: 3.5


would succumb to the wale
of his memoirs' wrath
and wither by the gale
of the writer's breath

the aversion he tasted
thru the years of woe,
and the anguish wasted,
allege him his evilly sow

the long gone dead
and their castrate journals,
allow a tear to be bled
on old, offensive portals.

would lay prostrate and still,
reciting the jots of ink;
a wench to his wicked will,
the page his passion drink

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I dedicate this to my late parents who were both teachers
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Aftab Alam Khursheed 30 March 2013

Wow Nolin this one is a gun well shot I will vote

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