The Poems Face

I am drizzled from thoughts that the heart footholds With words of wisdom which are pure as gold And as I form into an underlying phrase Every sentence takes it’s own place With rhymes of words dancing on the page Every formation is imbedded to the base With librettos of connotation revolutionising the trace The vivacity of the ode slowly gets into shape And once the ode is born with complete faith The poem is made and that’s the face - Sherwin Fernandes