bloggity blog, poetry

the words wild

like clouds
soft and dark
gathering at the edges of my thoughts

the ink pours from my veins
like blood
like rain
like wine

the love for this
this beauty
this beastie
a wild animal which hates the leash
for which I place around its neck

the words
wild on the blank page – will not be calm

I’m broken by this love
it is the morning’s tears on a dandelion’s white lashes
preventing its full beauty
it’s the stone on the paper stack
pick it up …
& let the blank pages dance in the wind

And only then will the words,
the ink & the page
the hated broken love
the beastie
be tamed


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