Reason of Rhyme

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“To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.”  ~Robert Frost


Reason of Rhyme


I bleed ink

From the tips of my black tinted fingers.


In the red of my blood

Hiding deeper still

In the multi-color blend of my soul.


Writing because

My last thought before sleep

Is a phrase

A line

A bar

The last thing I feel

The warmth of a blanket

The softness of a favorite pillow

My lover’s heartbeat against my cheek

Providing a beat

For my symphony,

Serenading thoughts

While thoughts hold so tenderly to ideas

And moon and single street light

Illuminate the darkness where I lie.


I write because I have to.

copyright 2009- M. Aviles


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