A Shapely Verse


I see you may be my kind of poet
I may be your kind – Who knows?

The future is just around the corner
We could explore – Become followers

We can unfollow – No damage done
Been there, done that, survived

Maybe you are my kind of poet
Or maybe I simply like the shape

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on September 15, 2018, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. This made me smile, Ben. Interesting, the many chemistries here on WP. 🙂 They’re sometimes mysterious.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. my kind of poet…

    no doubt love your words
    better than i’ve heard before
    you’re a real poet

    Liked by 1 person

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