(photo courtesy of google)
The hope of it
The need of it
The want of it,
My friend
Becomes the very
Air we breathe
Where prayer
Cannot pretend
The will of it
The thrill of it
The spill of it
My dear
Rides soft within
Our laughter,
And so hard
Within a tear
The trust of it,
The Must of it,
Can hurt or heal
The heart
The rush of it
The brush of it
A strange and
Timeless art
© Janet Martin
linking to OctPoWriMo
day 5
Just lovely!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteYes, beautiful!
ReplyDeleteSigh ... lovely. Bastet
ReplyDeleteLovely, Janet!
ReplyDeleteSeems to be the case.
ReplyDeleteThe repetitive pattern made this a delight to read aloud. Well done!
ReplyDeleteI loved the repetition. It made it feel so light-hearted.
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