All those words
just a heartbeat away
on the tip of tongue
the scholars will say
here tomorrow
gone today
run and learn
the game of writing
soon comes the time
you’ll see
the rhyme
the reason
All those words
just drops of water
by themselves
cold and lonely
together
waiting for life
to give it back
day or night
reach for pleasure
to defeat the pain
in rivers of ecstasy
before eternal ocean
claims you again
All those words
just the muse
at play
accept destiny
or refuse
each one an energy
building block
clue
to your own infinity
stop or go
finally know
the clear path from
all those words
I like this. My grandson Logan is just learning how much fun words can be and his gift to me is that he helps me relearn that very thing. And you wrote this in 82! Wow. I was nowhere close to interested in poetry in 82. Thanks for stopping by!
