May 6, 08
Whispers of coloured cloth near
Dancing feet, begging to touch her
Even the blades of grass, bend
A step before, each step she takes
She cautions warnings in melodies
Extracting words from only the air
Saying no need for the depth of songs
As long as there is a lover at the end
What guile is found behind dubious eyes?
And what delusions found in illusive mine?
I Believe in Beautiful Words
About Me
- Color Changed
- "I write like people doodle and sing in the shower. All the time, anything, yet always seemingly less than adequate." -Me. Blogs are here for me to put random thoughts And for random people to read? That seems idiotic and futile. What do I gain from my out-put? Surely you gain nothing from this in-put If I keep rambling on and on, will you keep reading? That seems foolish. Why are you wasting time? And why am I? . (Not all poetry may be listed in the right order or writing, follow the dates at the beginning of each writing. Inconvenience I know- Oh well-)
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