My Words

authenticwrite

I could write,

About butterflies

And waterfalls.

Happy days

And laughs.

 

I could write,

About rainbows

And beaches.

Pretty eyes

Or a soft kiss.

 

But I wouldn't feel,

When I spoke it.

Or cry when I wrote it.

 

I wouldn't love it,

I would just see it.

Know it. Like watching

Paradise through glass,

Watching,

From my throne

Built atop itself.

 

Ruling over naught,

But these words,

And these thoughts.

 

  • Author: authenticwrite (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 17th, 2016 11:32
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 15
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  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    WELCOME AW ~ Thanks for an elegant first poem in five neat stanzas. Love the content it carries the ring of truth. Stanzas 1 & 2 talk of the pretty portic things poets love to encapsulate in verse ~ BUT (as you say ) We don't feel it when we speak (recite) it ~ don't cry when we write it ! BUT ~ what would you write ~ from your heart ? More please ~ thank you ~ BRIAN



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