The Poem Speaks

a poem

Photo by rishi on Unsplash

To know me, you must see me
But simply see, you must not do
Dive deeper, understand me
Look within, as I’d do for you

I may seem black and white
A boring page or screen
But upon further inspection
You may see the unseen

I might contain all colors
Or maybe just a few
I am made of multitudes
Complex, just like you

I do not move, unless you wish
To pick me up or put me down
But I can move your heart and soul
In feeling, you might drown

The temperature of my body
Is not by my design
But I can fill you with warmth
Or send chills down your spine

So many things that I can do
Speak with wisdom, like a sage
Spectacular that it’s all done
With words typed on a page

Response to the Day 29 prompt of Summer of Spilled Words II.