I Loved A Poet... Part 2 | Kirabo Anthony

Now is the winter of my heart’s joy
Mad extra by this word smith’s ploy.
And all the past’s love loved,
Is now shattered and false is proved.

I loved Shakespeare’s Hamlet
And my heart yearned for a poet.
So why then, dream dreamless
Before I am lifeless

My house is a true definition
of beauty and brains;
None but the rapid ecstatic words
Where rhymes paint the walls
And synecdoches are the support polls.

I live in an anthology-house,
Full of repetitions and personifications,
After all, I loved a poet.

Poet's note: The person tells her story of how she falls in love with poet. First with Shakespeare’s pieces symbolized by Hamlet and her heart longed to get a poet. She finally gets a poet and she tells us how she lives with her poet, the house turns to be a collection of poetry but she doesn’t regret since it was her wish to get a poet.