Dumpling Poems I

While I was on a flight to Oklahoma, I lost internet reception, and decided to be bored on my phone and wrote a poem. Technically it was four separate short poems, but I combined them all. I didn’t expect them to see the light of day, so I’ll just share here for those curious. I’ll probably write more;

Here’s the Poem

When the clouds get heavy,
it rains
My feelings for you,
make me never believe,
that it could rain.

If I were to write my love for the moon,
I’d soon learn which comes first,
that I’d run out of things to write on.
or things to write with.

Your voice,
sounds like the waves,
oceans full,
coming in droves.

If words were ingredients,
your sentences would be meals
that nourish my soul
with a taste that lingers
with desire hungry
for words yet unspoken

Epilogue;

Hey, thanks for reading. This is a bit of a side thing tangentially related to the mystic nature of words and it’s something that I already have and somewhat do. So I thought it apt to share, atleast then I have the potential to enriching someone’s life.

There’s a small inside joke on why I call these poems Dumplings, but that’s just the nature of producing and creating all things small. Perhaps you’ll get the joke if I call them Rabbit Dumplings, a sort of throwaway type material or post.

Well, whatever happens, enjoy life.