Poetry as conversation
And you have seen my life gone by—
My very essence, ascension to sky.
My peace of mind-
Is this your plight
"But not exactly as I am" he waved his fingers. Reached for the damn. "I see not reason for your welling eyes- let waters flood. Not hers, not mine.
My small efforts for the day:
Envision me, the source of admiration
Like light which escapes the eye to sight
And colours world, an invitation
You have become my very plight
" Not exactly, as I am, you mustn't hammer the levee or damn
"But- who am I internally
Project deluded paths rosy" I do not bob or sway in wind . I'm but a statue in human skin
And you- have seen my life gone by ... Will Finnish later when I have net
Love the phrase: "...statue in human skin" wow!
And you have seen my life gone by—
My very essence, ascension to sky.
My peace of mind-
Is this your plight
"But not exactly as I am" he waved his fingers. Reached for the damn. "I see not reason for your welling eyes- let waters flood. Not hers, not mine.
My small efforts for the day:
Envision me, the source of admiration
Like light which escapes the eye to sight
And colours world, an invitation
You have become my very plight
" Not exactly, as I am, you mustn't hammer the levee or damn
"But- who am I internally
Project deluded paths rosy" I do not bob or sway in wind . I'm but a statue in human skin
And you- have seen my life gone by ... Will Finnish later when I have net
Love the phrase: "...statue in human skin" wow!