clouds of words
from places diverse
come floating to the sky, soaking my heavy mind
they are unconnected and meaningless
stray birds wingless
kept in a cage of isolation, no relation to find
when brought together
held close by a tether
they mix up to join, combine and bind
then in a pattern they flow
rise high, fall low
dancing with passion, in a rhythmic fashion aligned
a story they tell
in my thoughts that does dwell
feelings get expression, sincere confession, to soul they're affined
not seeking perfection
but creativity and introspection
my humble quill, tries to spill, colors of several kind
my flawed verse is terse
in emotions it's immersed
it portrays a view, connects with you, as my heart unwinds
YOU ARE READING
On placid waters
Poetrybehold my sole prized instrument of choice let it bear the weight of my unspoken voice in the dead of the silent night i'll let loose my heart so it could take flight consolidating all that i think and converting it into the blackest ink only...
