Phrase~painters And Poeteers
Sometimes words flow like rain during a thunderstorm,
sometimes they meander like a gentle brooke where rainbow trout
play hide and seek with anglers, bears, and each other.
Sometimes, they need to be held back with levies and dikes like New Orleans.
Then, there are times when words become parched
like old abandoned wells in the deserts of Nevada.
Poetry is written on the backs of soldiers;
with such freedom, comes liberty to form beauty, or insults, with the pen.
I pray that I'm able to choose between beauty and insult wisely.
sometimes they meander like a gentle brooke where rainbow trout
play hide and seek with anglers, bears, and each other.
Sometimes, they need to be held back with levies and dikes like New Orleans.
Then, there are times when words become parched
like old abandoned wells in the deserts of Nevada.
Poetry is written on the backs of soldiers;
with such freedom, comes liberty to form beauty, or insults, with the pen.
I pray that I'm able to choose between beauty and insult wisely.
