Unspoken Poetic Musings Breathed Into Life For All To See
Whenever I touch my pen to paper, a faint scent of lilacs fills the air
It lightly kisses the tinged pages with my heart’s dried-up ink
Sitting in the shadows of my wordless noise vulnerable and bare
Paving the poem’s purpose, I know I’m on the brink
It lightly kisses the tinged pages with my heart’s dried-up ink
I find myself here encircled by dawn’s early grace
Paving the poem’s purpose, I know I’m on the brink
The words in my mind, like the passage of time, I always will embrace
I find myself here encircled by dawn’s early grace
Unspoken poetic musings breathed into life for all to see
The words in my mind, like the passage of time, I always will embrace
In the hollowed-out knowledge of yesterday’s promises set free
Unspoken poetic musings breathed into life for all to see
As I hold the pen loosely knowing the rest will write itself
In the hollowed-out knowledge of yesterday’s promises set free
As the pages whispered their last breath, I placed my poetry book on its shelf
As I hold the pen loosely knowing the rest will write itself
Sitting in the shadows of my wordless noise vulnerable and bare
As the pages whispered their last breath, I placed my poetry book on its shelf
Whenever I touch my pen to paper, a faint scent of lilacs fills the air
November 30, 2022
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