In A Word

In A Word

A Poem by Art Freeman
"

Love or Lust?...you decide!

"

You are,

In a word,

Superb.

And I,

A nerd

Who hardly

Deserves

To serve

Such an

Angel.

A bird,

Whose wings

Were clipped

And mangled.

And hurt

You are.

And I,

Concerned,

With you.

A star,

Fallen into

My lap.

A pearl,

Hardened

By a

Scratch.

A jewel

You are.

 

 

Am I

A fool?

Or just

Prune

To fall

In love

With you,

A dove?

I was.

But now,

I am

Touched by

A sight

Unseen.

A dream

Shared

Between

You and me.

 

 

Plainly

You are

Made

For me.

So much

Of me

Is what

You are.

You are

Me.

Or

At least

A part.

The heart.

The beat.

The spark.

The heat.

 

 

I mean,

You are

A treat.

A gift

For the

Neglected.

A whiff

Of something

Scented.

A breeze

Carrying

A message.

 

 

The essence

Of everything

I am,

You are.

© 2010 Art Freeman


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I thought I had read this before, I would never forget words like these.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is a beautiful and sweet poem, greatly worded.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Absolutely, without a doubt-beautiful..
The flow and texture of each word is like a warm breeze.
Wonderful poem!!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

the constration of how you adjusted the poem make this poem uneasily interesting to read, great piece sir...

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Definitely Love.
It's in the word.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Art Freeman
Art Freeman

Brooklyn, NY



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