A poem a day keeps the cobwebs off my keyboard.
|manchild full of passion
wrapping me in your emotions over-
newspaper cynicism eagerly
unfolded and washed by a heart
made tender in tender fingers
broken down in sorrows willing and unwilling - my walls broken down
(i feel the wrapping of myself in emotions
too big to carry in your heart)
was the name louder than your whispering
hushed until it became small enough to fit into the cracks
between your walls
so the flood of your bursting dams
released might drown me?
not even your pain could stem the hope of love
PROMPT: Tell me about why one of your favourite poets is one of your favourite poets.
Possible bonus points if you tell me about it while emulating their style. Just sayin’.