With words...
we bridge the miles,
drawn together
to share the smiles
as we explore this
new addiction I've found
to write my poetry
clearer than water
Torn from the safety
of mother's womb
into a world of light,
sound and pain.
Thrown together
with life's expectations
on a raft...
into the human sea
floating and falling
drifting and dreaming
along the way
The pendulum is swinging,
remember the singing,
the echoes are counting time,
you rush and you dawdle.
Nighttime is falling,
it's dim light is calling.
You gather your harvest,
and pay your dues,
paid close attentions
to obvious clues...
When time has come
to write my epitaph,
I shall be ready
and not be sad.
Have tasted the wine,
all in good time,
and now I say...
I write my poetry
it comes from the heart,
because inspiration
is spread years apart.
To my great frustration
my mind bears no formation.
But when it flows
the fragrance can be like
that of a rose...
Refreshing splashes
clearer than water...
It's impetuous in its purpose
and loud to the core,
O' lyric simplicity
hopefully not a bore.