Poem

Poetry Simply-fried

He took a bite out of the crisp writings,
That were woven on the ancient fabric.
This is no metaphor-just mere writings,
with no powerful effects such as metric.
He wallowed in the depths of the secrets,
Included therein-in black and white-bliss.
Like a judge, his taste buds now sleepless,
Stood as roused curiosity feigned remiss.
His life took a spin in the new world found,
As darkness paved way to the new obsession.
That night he vowed to never lack a profound,
Way to view the world that lacked perfection.

Inspired by Gottfried

7 thoughts on “Poetry Simply-fried”

  1. This is beautifully written. “Like a judge, his taste buds now sleepless,
    Stood as roused curiosity feigned remiss.” The last two lines are gorgeous as well.
    Have a blessed weekend. Love Joni

    Liked by 1 person

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