It has been a while since I last penned a poem. Poem encompasses the true essence of the English language. It calls for wits, a good ear for music, an appreciation of beauty and an arsenal of words. What that keeps me writing is that it is FUN.
Enjoy and do pen a poem too.
Circles on the Table
The vacant chair cuts a forlorn figure.
Staring at the purple flower sitting in the centre of the table.
The lovely patterns are swimming in circles.
Twirling in endless rounds.
Exotic and enchanting with patterns big and small.
Exuding the beauty of the regale royal of the flower.
Her name is life.
And the vacant chair is waiting.
For the rightful owner to take stock of life.