A face in a frame lets the photo lie
Laughter echoes from the glass
A kiss on the cheek, a blink of an eye
All caught in the blinding flash
That left without saying good-bye
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
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A pressing moment Weighs on the poet To finish her sentence As she currently knows it Urgency quietly calls Through paper-made walls In a form that makes sense Of the daily rises and falls If left unfinished, it never will be For the way life unfolds so quickly.
About Me
- Kendra Lise
- For the words patiently sitting, And the sentences thinking of quitting, Secrets my mouth keeps hidden There is poetry.