Poets capture thoughts, roaming across
either inside their scattered minds
or, in the air, in an unintentional glance,
that later synchronized
and poured into a magical flow
sometimes it becomes classic
sometimes it doesn’t,
sometimes it follows the rules
sometimes it won’t,
a beauty nevertheless
and silly in some others’ thoughts,
flash feelings
scribbled into the ink of a pen
or the screen of the digital canvas
poets’ disorganized emotions converge into an avatar of words.
Today’s morning light
triggered a sudden idea
of writing a continuous poem
in prompted words, or asked themes by the readers
to mend into my own words
whatever the pick is!
a poem for an indefinite period
a running poem in screened words.
[Originally published in Medium by the writer]
About the Creator
Suntonu Bhadra
Travel storyteller, photographer, history enthusiast, poetic scribbler ▪ Editor of Paper Poetry ▪ I have started writing on Vocal recently.
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Comments (1)
Beautiful poem! I love the line "poets, disorganized emotions converge into an avatar of words." Truly speaks to the art of the poet :)