Honestly J.T. Poet Lyric

A Poet's Words

Build a pulpit on my heart,
So I may preach again,
A word of loving art,
With a stroke,
Of my own pen.

It's just a heart that beats,
Everything from deep within,
Bleeding into ink,
A voice that carries,
Through a pen.

Might they realize,
Understand,
Just what this is,
Given from on high,
A gift with a pen.

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Rhona Mcferran October 25, 2018 at 4:19 AM Elegantly expressed! I LOVE the line "Bleeding into ink". Poetry is very much like that- so deep in our veins that writing feels like we are "bleeding" our emotions onto the page! Terrific piece! ;)

Richard Lamoureux July 31, 2018 at 8:00 AM A gift Indeed, you are blessed.