I am an architect of poetry.
Each idea designed as a house
conceived as spaces living within me.
I research the empty benches of my soul
discover a rooms full of chrysanthemums.
Each color a shaded nuance as petals unfold.
I measure words in sets of columns, stanzas of lifted lines,
that result in a drawing of emotions. I plan heavy with passion,
yet yield delicate blueprints where hidden closets may be discovered.
The poem becomes a park filled with dreams, of memories
measured by clouds, rain, and sunny days, planned with care
tinted in pastels - from land and lake to the hedges with fountains.
Its foundation are the trees whose winter lines seem like
those traced upon my palms elevated to a metaphor for life
executed in relief upon the soft clouds of a winter sky.
Nouns; house, painting, closets, chrysanthemums, park, cloud, trees, bench, fountains
Verbs: create, discover, conceive, fill, research, design, measure, draw, elevate, execute
for Connect the Dots @dVersepoets pub - today hosted by Claudia
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