Thursday, February 12, 2009

The Poet's Pen

Swaddled within the poet's pen
Lies imagery born of perception
Beheld and defined through the mind
Vivid from its inception.

Though once a mere abstraction
Liquid thoughts now take design,
No longer off and fleeting
But blissfully confined.

Drawn by strokes of artistry,
Imbued by life, impassioned,
Depicted via verbal wit,
By lyric phrase enfashioned.

Words, glazed and aged writ upon page
Refined though deliberation
Endowed to speak of themselves
In poetic celebration.

Thus the poet's pen does send
And pierce the imagination
To faithfully record
Life's sheer exhilaration.


A.R. said...

gahh, you have a way with words, babe.

Lieu Fatale said...

str8 dope.


Anonymous said...

WORK ANA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rai said...

That was good.

Taylorgotbeats said...

Words, glazed and aged writ upon page i really like that line this is good Ana

JuJu said...

you write so beautifully ana!!

Brothers Blog said...

ALL YOUR poems are always great. Lovin this

diplomatikk said...

i fuckin' love the way you write.

A.R. said...

-hugs you
you're a fuckin' doll, sweet face.

Jervis said...

where does the inspiration come from?

tianam0nique.--* said...


such lovely words!!