Poesy... Poem by Almedia Knight-Oliver

Poesy…


In my prime…you clipped my tongue and trimmed my wings…I fly...
Like a bloom of freshness...poetry fills the page with colors that please the palate of seasons…creating images of almost anything…I’m giving grace to my third eye…Advancing in years…i was lifted from chaos…and placed in harmony with the cosmos…poesy you haven’t reached that infinite depth yet
…Don’t stop digging for bodies yet…passion reels by quest of muse… as my mind meanders through glasses of red wine… opening my mind to what surrounds the truth…
…Understanding…and gratitude that shines like the flaxen sun…

I bend down genuflecting to the rarest of rare!




December 13,2013