Word Play
My chance to play, words written down
Here the page waits, beckoning me
I will breathe in, with hopeful lungs
Filling my heart, with new found joy
Words written down, beckoning me
Strung together, from where who knows
Rising on notes, yet to be sung
I hear whispers, calling to me
So I inhale, they fill me up
Beckoning me, with hopeful lungs
New worlds are formed, images flow
I watch amazed, they seem so real
A little piece, of inner me
Laid on a page, in inked candor
With new found joy, my chance to play
I am experimenting with Eileen's new form.
I have written it without rhyme. I hope I got
the flow right.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014
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