Every Word
February 7, 2014 § Leave a comment
every word
and story written
penned
etched on paper
can be read in daylight
by any searching eye
but the pure, tragic
emotion, the space
between lines,
the breath unheard
that gulps
and swallows
dialogue and meaning
before it can stain
the pen’s canvas
will only ever
begin to be
understood
not by the one who studies
the text, but
by the one
who holds
the pen
the poem daily
January 1, 2014 § Leave a comment
if I were to write a poem everyday
i’m not sure i’d have enough to say.
would i write of my daily worries and whims
the boring stuff, or of fears and sins?
would i express feeling of joy and loss,
or would i pen about my morning floss?
could i possibly capture my daily life
if i wrote a poem a day –despite the strife.
i often think it would be a good plan
to write and write in simple short-hand
about what i’m thinking every day
maybe look back and see what i had to say.
it seems a good way to recall the mundane
but also capture the glorious gains.
all happy and excellent days that pass
it would be nice to look back on them, make them last
so i think i’ll do this starting now-
my first poem of many, i steadfastly vow.
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