Dear
Diary
Shh,
shh, shh,
Tell
me your secrets,
Bound
between parchment,
Unlock
your private pathography.
Entrust
it to me?
Friendship
to friendship,
Soul
to Soul,
Pen to
parchment,
Restricted,
restrained, contained,
Vowed
to silence.
Trusted
until scandalous eyes,
Seek
to deviously devour
The
human’s emotional habitat,
Privately
bound between
Pretty
parchment pages.
Shh.
Shh. Shh.
Stay
silent
Richelle M.F.
Hi Everyone
I hope you are all having a great week. As many of you know I love poetry. Somehow, somewhere, sometime in my teenage years, I found poetry. It was one thing that I easily understood in English class. I loved that I could read between the lines and see hidden secretive meanings just waiting to be discovered.
Who else enjoys poetry?
Who shares my joy of words; play with words; sounds and metaphors?
Happy Reading
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