an excerpt from Mr. Lorca's Ballad of the The Little Square
My heart of silk
is filled with lights
with lost bells
with lilies and bees.
I will go very far
farther than those hills
farther than the stars
to be Christ the Lord
to give back the soul I had
of old, when I was a child
ripened with legends
with a feathered cap
and a wooden sword
I like your poems......I guess you have an advantage because your an adult and have probably had more life experiences......Im hoping when Im older I'll be able to improve my poetry through my life...
things to sleep on while not sleeping:
the drama of getting old
easily confused with the drama of never being the same
easily confused with adaptation, improvisation and change
on Jul 16 09:08 PM
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