Thursday, April 26, 2012

This Poem



This poem will not be written today.

It just will not come to life.

It lingers just beyond my comprehension.

teasing me, pulling at my emotions.

I can feel it.

Waiting to be revealed in words,

by me,

someday,

just not today.

3 comments:

  1. I love this Mary. Beautiful.

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    1. Thanks Joanne, but I still contend that I am not a poet. :)

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