i was asked what beautiful was.
i could have said many things.
i could have said
it was like a canopy in a rainforest
or a how a river flows
or a grand city like Venice
i could have said
it was the sound of the waves at the beach
or a painting
of the summer-fruit hued sky
when the day is over
i could have said
it was the way poets
form their feelings
and ideas
into a poem
i could have said
it was the way
a dancer effortlessly moved
to the sound
of the music
i could have said many things.
but all my mind could think of,
the only word
that would form in my mouth
was you.
—nada
YOU ARE READING
love letters you will never read
PoetryI have stopped waiting for a reply back from you. Because all my letters, all of them, never reach you. I write love letters with an addressee, an address, enveloped and stamped... but they never reach the postbox. I write love letters you will nev...
