Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Square One

Back to square one
Through stormy seas
To well deserved peace
Another first kiss

Back to square one
Comfortable space
Your fingers trace
Me in familiar bliss

Back to square one
Knowing secrets
Promising to keep it
So easy now to trust

Back to square one
Forgetting past fears
Embracing now and here
Inhibitions turn to dust

Holding hands and pacing
Finishing where we had begun
Don’t know what we’re chasing
You and I, back to square one


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Poetry

when language like bubbling streams flow




when words are laid down to fit like lovers' hands




when you feel the essence of the poet from within




when swirling thoughts are caught in the net of rhythm



when images reel as you read




when pen and paper create a symphony




then, it is poetry
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