We could sail away
If your boat would reach me
But the mountain shores are dry
And I'm not waiting patiently.
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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.
2 comments:
beautiful. as is the one below... can i link you on my blog sometime?
Thank you, Kate! That would be fantastic.
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