No breeze can hold it
this gift, this life.
unbridled imagination.
a stringless kite.
A black ink well.
this poets curse.
with dripping pen.
I spill my verse.
Thoughts poured out
in measured concentration.
one shot burden
one shot elation
With sentences structured
and words assembled.
I stumble over lines
that you resemble.
© Leith O’Malley 2008
"This Gift"
New prose, old quill..
© Leith O’Malley 2008
skye oshea, 2 months ago
your words taste like honey…
Leith O'Malley in reply to skye oshea’s comment, 2 months ago
Only because I use the letter B a lot :)
David Roman, 2 months ago
Wish I could write like that! Very nice!!
Leith O'Malley in reply to David Roman’s comment, 2 months ago
Thanks Dave, and I wish I could take photos of flowers as good as you!!
Cheers,
Leith :)