Look,I am no poet
I just love being quiet
When all else seems so abrupt
And nothing else seems to bake
Or maybe someone started an earthquake.
In such barsack moments
There is peace in torrents
So hard to find in respondents
Yet well hid within quotients
And layered safely among patience.
So in my quiet and lost trails
Amidst turmoil and broken rails
Do I pull back within the frail
Deserted persona hidden within sail.
In that beat up and energy all pent up
I find no poet’s energy supped up
With lethagy and shoulders slumped up
Yet fingers itch to write upBroken words in chaos glued up.
Yes I am no ardent poet I just find peace among turmoil
Though I wish my tail I could coil
And all my words remain frail.
I mean still I ain’t no poet
But with the world around all wild and crazy
When I find myself in frenzy
And it wasn’t me but you all fussy
Wouldn’t you hide behind pen and paper
And come up with sketches that tapper
All edges and leave you to conquer
Still I said am ain’t no poet.
Just a simple sketcher with pen and paperI am PePa.