My world is not of the written word
It cannot be numbered
Held captive on a so called page
My world is liquid
As sea , rain , snow or ice
It can be hot , cold or entice
My world is cloudy
It thunders after it flashes light
My world is wrong , my world is right
There are no words that bind my life
I won't be delegated
To exist in the black on white
I will not be staved
By the limited sways
Of the written word upon the page
- Author: swingline (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 13th, 2017 11:31
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 25
Comments5
A fine write S.
Thank you so much orchidee .
Wish I'd written this - a great write and a great read.
Thank you Michael Edwards for such kind words
Great flow and rhythm. Good stuff.
Thank you Gary for reading .
Very good write, as has been said 'my world is liquid' resounds.
Thank you so much Goldfinch60 for your beautiful comment .
A great proclamation swingline!
Thank you WriteBeLight for taking the time to read and comment .
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