Why The Words?



Life’s blood flows, from heart to virgin page of white,

This part of me I give, expose this to the light.


Simply words, memories folded and kept,

Draw what you will, your meaning I accept.


Small pieces of me, reside in rhythm and rhyme,

Excised and presented, just a little at a time.


On a hopeful chance that some may read,

These chosen words, then I concede.


That you and I will always see

The silent beauty that poetry can be.






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