sitting alone as the sun shines benediction onto the flowers, the light flickers through the trees, dances on my face
whispering poetry to the world around me, words falling as they will from thick lips and heavy tongue to the breeze
did the real poets do nonsense like this, sing song lyrics, meaningless and mumbled given as a gift to the universe
no rhyme nor meter, just the raw feelings of wonder at the cosmic flow of everything as star dust floats into my open mouth
give back all that is given, take only what is needed, no more, leave something indelible and beautiful wherever you sit
i am swollen with love as she sleeps, my hand strokes her hair in hopes it wakes her enough for one soft kiss like a dream
the tree limbs shake as my fervent need fills the park around me, is it coincidence or desperate lies whispered from me to them
i just whisper my lines in hopes they find your ears, unconcerned if they make sense, just my breath pooling on your skin
this i give to the world, a solemn decree formed with tongue and teeth that long only for yours, words born of purity and light
You seriously should write songs for people. Actually, I’m assuming you don’t already, but if you don’t, you should.
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I haven’t written a song in years. I guess it isn’t much different than a poem just more structured. I’ll have to give it a shot
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Why not? You’d have nothing to lose.
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That’s true.
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