I am stuck in a rut today
Finding I’ve little to say
My thoughts are all in muddle, it’s true
Twisting and revolving all around you
With bated breath, I wait for your call
Though I’ve nothing to say, nothing at all
Words lose their meaning at times like these
Seeming little more than a method to tease
So I sit here, blank minded pen in mouth
Wondering what should stay in, what must out
These thoughts are white-hot, passions rage
Dare I write what will set fire to this page?
I want you here to allow me free rein
To interpret the words to you just how they came
Tactile poetry, cursive love marking your skin
Help me free these words trapped here within
~ kei
13 April 2014
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“Tactile poetry, cursive love marking your skin
Help me free these words trapped here within”
I like the lines above. We need positive places and thoughts to create. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
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Thank you so much John. ~ kei
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