A Poem

A poem once asked me
If I would kindly set it free
I inquired what it wanted to be
And it presented these lines in plea

Make me beautiful
Like a clearing day
And wise as an otter
Floating a river away
Warm as an overcoat
In an autumn storm
As caring as a mother
With a child new born

I told it that Iíd do my best
But once released
Itís for the reader
To decide the rest

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Written on 2017-01-06 at 12:26

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Ivan R
According to people that say they know about outer space and our place in the worlds in outer space, we are the otters of the universe, in the sense that we are a race of playful beings ... as we play with words like these, I say we are just that, yes

Absolutely. That us the kind of poetry I want to read and write.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Isn't that the truth? You set them loose, and wait to see what others make of them.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
It sounds like the kind of poem I'd like to meet.

Your ideas are always fresh, and your poems so well crafted.

Dis poem need to be shutting up damn hahaha