Free Verse Blues
A poem
comes out a long trailing of words,
tendrils of heart,
shadows of the soul,
sweeping across this great, great place,
like a spirit seeking home.
And finding that
sweet spot,
the soft underbelly
of a grey and troubled world,
somehow my
words
comfort
me.
Diana - April 23, 2015
Copyright © Diana Burkholder | Year Posted 2015
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