She wrote her songs
in triplicate always.
One she said was for her,
one was for others,
and the last she buried.
In soil
or snow
depending.
She said this one was for God,
and that she was afraid
that if she did not give thanks
did not pay proper tribute
her words would leave her,
as people tended to do.
in triplicate always.
One she said was for her,
one was for others,
and the last she buried.
In soil
or snow
depending.
She said this one was for God,
and that she was afraid
that if she did not give thanks
did not pay proper tribute
her words would leave her,
as people tended to do.
3 comments:
Lips
Eyes pools of hazel soup
Draw you in, pull you like taffy
Manipulate to soften
Small, frail, alabaster, granite
Beckons for love
Lips sip suck lie betray
Steel blood
Approach the butterfly
Burn like a moth
Sole interred
Grief denied
Look to repair heart
Listen well
Know love of truth
Study hard
Leave the lost
Find truth in life
Redemption is elusive
Healing leaves scars
Trust was broken
Pain marks the spot of
The hearts that fell into the soup
S. R-B. (All rights reserved)
07/07/2009 3:54:51 AM
Beautiful! Thanks for sharing this!
Happy Birthday.
S. R-B.
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