Anonymous
Friendship's Binder
Karyn Indursky
September 2012
Shall I compare thy's friendship to a book?
Thou art more patient and tender.
Flapping pages do skip into red hearts
With your poetry adding sweet splendor
Imagery dancing with creative parts
But thou muse gets caught in a poet blender
Etching riddles in every single line
Within the chambers of inspiring minds
Painting hand-crafted stanzas on a vine
As canvas artwork begins to unwind
So long as the moon shades and eyes can read
Thou'st shall remain a book of poetry.