Sleepy Words

Writing.
Writing
My beautiful words.
Words within my poetry.
The words I worship,
The words I mourn.
The words I cherish.
Words that make my blood run cold.
That make me cry a thousand tears.
The words of my heart.
I lay down my head,
The clock says it is late,
My eyes shut.
Beautiful words
I did not see.
An hour passed,
I did not know.
My mother calls my name.
And sleepy words
Begin
To
Flow.





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IzzyVT said...
Jan. 3, 2012 at 3:36 pm
"know" and "Flow" add a nice softness, dreamlike aspect to the poem...like an afterthought of a rhyme. Like the words this poem is about, it flows nicely and the enjambment you've used works well.
 
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