Made to Trade?
A learned speaker once told me to be direct, I would assume he was a professor of shade, Painting my quality through an iron object, Or pottery of poetry within castles to be made, So I did, hidden symbolic letters to resurrect, Whilst my deep secret passions I so forbade, Strangers of unknown origins eyes to suspect, For the innocence of one’s self has decayed, Apart from that I wrote outdoors to recollect, Earth Whisperers hinting for a danger to evade, For a direct poem I needed a subject to select, Here, a couple of shiny dirhams for us to trade. Thursday, 15 th of September 2011