She was broken from moment to moment
watching her world collide
she felt lost inside herself.
She fell apart for a passion
that flamed beneath her.
and died a hundred times,
it dripped from her pores.
The moment she let go,
over the stillness
like the star she was born to be.
(A poem from Science.)
I’m a fan of poetry. Good poems teach me lessons in writing.
A poet must be concise, descriptive, and emotional all in a few lines.
That’s a pretty goddamn awesome skill to have.
So . . . I’m always reading poetry.
And Robert M. Drake has always had a luscious way with words.
How could I live above the water
or breathe under it?
How could I swim in darkness consumed in an ocean of you?
Falling or flying towards you.
Losing or finding myself in you
and beauty was never the word to catch all that you are,
for now i know
never the word
to catch all that you are
for now i know the means
of the infinite
and it all starts and ends with you.
I definitely enjoyed the poetry! I found the author just from walking around Wynwood in Miami and seeing his poetry written on the sidewalks. Later, I googled him and found his books.
This one is definitely a keeper!! I give it FIVE STARS!!