#iamwriting
From my mind to the keyboard
words that do spill
quill to paper
cursive sureal
imagination stirring
fantasy abounds
a bird sings from pine
flowers I do smell
a jet flying high above
white plumes it makes
writing letters to gods
on clouds they do lay
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
I know how to recognize a desperate soul
Wood for our fire
To keep our family warm
In winters cold
What is the sacrifice
Dear tree
You captured the sun
Drinking the rain
Roots deeply in soil
Mother earth
Ashes to dust
Cinders to rust
Reaching for heaven
Only to become
The god of fire
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 4:08 PM UTC