The words dance across
the universe of my
soul and kiss the pages
softly like
a warm summer breeze
on your cheeks.
My inner spirit soars
as the ink flows,
threatening to consume
me.Emotions, held deep,
pound against the rock
that is me.
Threatening to break free,
calming only when a beautiful
butterfly all orange and
black dances, flutters
gloriously in the sun.
The words dance
and the heart pounds with
the poetry of life.
A contest entry
- Add a verse. for Tapestry of poets world record attempt by Janice M Pickett.
360 points, ended August 17, 2007, 144 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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you describe the writing process and make it magical. very nice once again,
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Thanks for your stellar comments and for reading my musings!
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Warm and real. Love the final line. A true 'geecee' line (he used to write on here) xx
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Thanks for the kind compliments and for taking the time to read this poem. Although, I must say, ocassionally my knuckles do drag...
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