Saturday, February 9, 2008

That I Would

to write like so, bird song

each note so high, just right

every verse a thread, woven, just so-

in muse’s song of poetry, the verse,

to pour out my heart, skein of thought

the roiling fog mist emotion

captured, dancing, eternally living

in immortalized verse;

that I would, living on earth

this very short life;

that I would, in life living know.


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