White Sage Haiku
White Sage
Date: 2/7/2016 5:13:00 PM
You need not ask James. Poetry is built of words that touch, words which the body feels, which the tongue taste and such beauty the eyes feast on, a path the fingers walk....and you've portrayed such excellence in your poems dear one.
Poetry is built
Of words that touch, words which the
Body feels and feels.
Words the tongue does taste
And such beauty eyes feast on
Path the fingers walk.
You dearly portrayed
Such excellence in your poems
Dear one you have done.
Thank you the real, true dear one, White Sage.
Jim Horn
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2016
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