Posted in of the mind, poetry

If I Were A Poem…


If I were a poem
I wonder what kind I’d be?

Would I be a sonnet?
A ballad perhaps?
Maybe a profound haiku:
cryptic, abstract-

that’d be lit.

Maybe I could be an epic?
A saga of bittersweet adventures
A grandiose tale of most modest endeavors

Oh I could lay waste a legend!
A folktale…
-myth to my own existence

I’d plague all tongues that speak of reverence
And like wildfire
-for centuries –
my flames shall cleanse

Ah yes,
I’d be lit.

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Hi! I'm Rose. I fancy myself a poet sometimes... But really, I'm just a dreamer- a wonder wanderer. Words are my photo albums.

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