Here it is, a poem about poetry
Like lines without symmetry -
everything we wannabe
Here
No fear
No tears
Just a cheer - then I stop
And I turn
And realize life cannot remain
Be contained
Sit restrained as is, in a few
lines
In a few rhymes.
Renegades with a pen,
scallywags all,
not belles of the ball,
but cursed by the Fall,
found wisdom in the folly,
drew life from the well.
Let us not sleep, let us drink
deep.
Because inside me
Inside you
There is a heartsong.
It sings, and it swings, like
pretty things with fluttering wings.
Sing your song,
play the tune He’s given you
play on.
play on.
