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Poetry Friday.

Poets paint
with words

Words
form images my eyes can’t see
breathe my thoughts to life
and nourish my soul

Words
sing tunes I’ve not learned
dance strange rhythms in my feet
and pierce ignorance with light

Words
wrap ’round me like a shroud
make wet my cheeks with sorrow
and weep for despair

Words
break the bonds of injustice
raise me up when I am low
and heal my broken heart

Words
echo and haunt
laugh and love
hope and cherish
believe and sustain

with words
I live

© 2018 Alice Nine

Sharing a rough draft, inspired by two quotes and a workshop —
“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.”  Robert Frost
“Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.”  Carl Sandburg


Brenda Davis Harsham at Friendly Fairy Tales is hosting the week’s Round-Up.

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January – June 2018