No Poetry could…
Describe the beads of sweat,
That form rivulets on Lamy’s back like dew.
Explain how joy overflows
In tears from eyes that have held sadness.
Fathom how a beating heart
Fragile in its beat holds promise of tomorrow.
Describe how the waking sun
Rises from the east and paints the fields crimson
Explain why the moon’s reflection,
Dances on the ocean as the fisherman casts his net
Fill memories with rhythm,
Gift letters the wings to flutter on melody’s strings
Tame the wildfire desire sparks
In her eyes as she lays firmly in my arms
Unlock the stanzas in my soul,
As your name holds like an anaphora on a loop
…But this Poetry should