A poetic journey through my mind


Never write a poem in chalk,

or scribe it in the sand, 

Nor carve it deep into a stone,

Or scribble in your hand.

Never tie a poem down,

With paper and scratching pen,

Or imprison it in bits and bytes,

To never fly free again.

Paint your poem on my heart,

In word and tear and sigh,

And it will fly forever there,

Beneath the endless sky.

4 responses

  1. Hi nice to see you back this is a beautiful poem.

    March 11, 2015 at 3:35 am

    • KC

      *hugs* Thx, I’m going slowly on the whole “back” thing, so hopefully I won’t overwhelm myself and have to run and hide… 😉

      March 11, 2015 at 3:39 am

  2. Very beautiful.

    March 16, 2015 at 1:54 pm

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