You are my truth
And my illusion
My wings
And the bars on my cage
My lavender fields
And the summer sand under my feet
My first rain
And my fistful of broken dreams
You are every season
You're the hands on my clock
With you I begin
And you are the end of me...
And my illusion
My wings
And the bars on my cage
My lavender fields
And the summer sand under my feet
My first rain
And my fistful of broken dreams
You are every season
You're the hands on my clock
With you I begin
And you are the end of me...
10 comments:
Great write! I love how you summed up the piece!
Thank you, Susie.
You are such a wonderful writer! It's really encouraging to know that you liked my piece.
You are very talented. I'd like to invite you to post your poetry at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads on their open link Monday. The next one is tomorrow, October 6. Just choose a poem, put your name and link in Mr. Linky, and then say hi. :) http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/
There are amazing writers there and I would love to bring more readers to your blog. Also there are poetry prompts throughout the week you could participate in if you would like to.
Here is my poetry link. http://confessionsofalaundrygoddess.blogspot.com/ That is where you will find most of my writing.
Again, you are so talented. So thankful I connected with you and your work.
Thank you, Susie, for connecting me to 'Imaginary Garden With Real Toads'. I made my first contribution to their open link Monday. I look forward to connecting with more writers/poets through the community.
I agree ... we Toads would love to read more of your poetry! Happy Sunday.
I admire the contrast, truth with illusion, wings with bars ~ Lovely to meet you ~
Nice!
ZQ
Ah yes, I have known a love like that. A beautiful write LB. :-)
Such great loves are not to be taken for granted.
Thank you, Helen, Grace, R.K., Carrie and Kerry. :)
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