A book to house all my Poetic Explorations |
| My fingers fumble over this blank binder note. My pen traces a shadow as it starts to dance On once clean sheet now comes a vivid quote As my pen continues its pompous prance. This quote may bring good food for the soul May it feed those hungry for words. The wisdom it bears may make them whole Or make them feel slashed by a sword. Words once thrown cannot be taken back Some see it worthy, others find it tactless Some agree but others find it an attack Take heed in choosing the right words, nonetheless. In spite of these, would you rather say the fact? Or keep in silence so that none would react? Written for: "Warming Up" in "Dew Drop Inn" and "Invalid Item" 14 lines 124 words 643 characters 03/31/22 08:38 am EDT |