I pay my respect with letters

I PAY MY RESPECT WITH LETTERS
 

Poetry is my disease
She's like a virus, reigning over me
I'm surrounded by letters, there and here
They do their work, creating in me.

I see a constant motion
Scattered, clumsy letters' ocean
And from those letters, poems notions
Are born to this world, like children's souls.

I hear whispers, constant calling
Rustling sound of pages and quill
Maybe souls of poets who are still
Want to touch those who live currently?

I close my eyes, I see letters flickering
In a symbiosis of some sort, undoubtedly
With the sounds of music, spontaneously,
They array themselves in sentences, magically.

Poetic lines in a carnival
Calling me into a world-view ball
So I can worship the letters, enthralled
Epic poetry leads to a pedestal!

Composing letters into sentences so clear
From obscure to a bright weave
A poet from Heaven, I believe
Gave me his soul to serve poetry.


15-06-2016

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AP (original version – ru)