Treasure Island

Abdul Wahab


Father's Take On Poetry


Few lines
From my head

Perfectly rhymed
Father said

It is not a poem
I changed course

Next few
I wrote

Without rhyme
Father said

It’s a prose
What’s makes a poem

I was in deep thought
And wrote on

Some truths
Like birth and death

‘’These smells
Like gospels

Poem is like foliage
Of your heart

Yellow
Falls on your page

With a sweet sound
Of music on the ground’’

He said.

Submitted: Monday, July 01, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 01, 2013
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  • Danny Draper (7/4/2013 3:41:00 PM)

    He shows a gentle and sage man. Erudite this deft hand and the beauty of this write of few words, but fine poetic expression. (Report) Reply

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