These textures of poetry roll around in front of me

Teasing me, laughing at me, waiting to be set free.

I give them my all, painting words on pages of this life

That I have been given.

I laugh, I cry, I wonder why these words spill out

Where they will go, and where they will be

In the scheme of things.

These are what the textures of poetry bring.

01/01/2008

Author's Note: Sometimes I see something, and this is what happens... I love to read poetry.....

Posted on 01/01/2008
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