Monday, 7 October 2013

An Ode to Amateur Poetry.

An ode to amateur poetry. 

Seeping through clean pages
Again, you see me naked. 
Cruel and attentive, mine
Again, you leave me naked
And blind to solace. 

As always, you tend to this, 
Broken heart of mine, 
And make it yours, unclean
Again, you leave me empty 
And deaf to true tones.

Words, mean everything and 
Nothing, all at once, 
Where I stand alone, unkind 
You submerge me, weightless, 
Drowning in you. 

Cat Howe. 
7th October 2013