My World

swingline

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 Offline)
  • Published: May 13th, 2017 11:31
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 25
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Comments5

  • orchidee

    A fine write S.

    • swingline

      Thank you so much orchidee .

    • Michael Edwards

      Wish I'd written this - a great write and a great read.

      • swingline

        Thank you Michael Edwards for such kind words

      • Garry

        Great flow and rhythm. Good stuff.

        • swingline

          Thank you Gary for reading .

        • Goldfinch60

          Very good write, as has been said 'my world is liquid' resounds.

          • swingline

            Thank you so much Goldfinch60 for your beautiful comment .

          • WriteBeLight

            A great proclamation swingline!

            • swingline

              Thank you WriteBeLight for taking the time to read and comment .



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