a poem

by Jason Alan

a poem

is constructed

of more than words

inkwells filled with

drops of rain

the touch of old paper

a flock of birds

not only of similes

and metaphors

but the photos in your mind

negative images

seen by the blind

a black and white

of a rainbow

a grain of sand

slowly becoming a pearl

in your psyche

a poem

is a sigh

a wink

of an eye

like fingerprints

and snowflakes

no two are the same

but every one of them

speaks your name