Words slip like fast drops on the glass do.
Try to shut them up
by weeping like a windshield wiper forse.
But they keep on falling.
You have to take care of them.
You must write a poem.
You mean it and ask.
The reader will find the answer.
To be a teacher, a poet, inspiring my students to be more than they thought they could be" ©Matteo.F.Ponti — scorri per vedere i post / scroll down to see next post
Words slip like fast drops on the glass do.
Try to shut them up
by weeping like a windshield wiper forse.
But they keep on falling.
You have to take care of them.
You must write a poem.
You mean it and ask.
The reader will find the answer.