Of Poems


I stitch my sighs with the dewy bloom

to do away with soggy gloom-

I thread through the rivers, hills and seas

as if they were tiny beads-

I let slip stars through buttonholes at times

only for the sake of a dark rhyme-

while at work something throbs in the vein

what is it, a wreath, a bouquet or a poem?



Posted for my prompt “Of Poems” @ Poets United Midweek Motif