words
his words
spiraling spinning
sinking
out of sight
into my sanity
my sovereign sanity
no longer held safe in
the sanctuary of my soul
words
his words
his words
spiraling spinning
sinking
out of sight
into my sanity
my sovereign sanity
no longer held safe in
the sanctuary of my soul
words
his words
8 comments:
Uh-oh! Whoever he is, he'd better be reading! Beautifully done.
you're right, trish!!! he better be! ;)
and thank you!
Words are powerful alright. We are made of words, as surely as we are made of flesh and blood. Words course through our veins and our hearts. Artists like you Gypsywoman, harness words to great affect. I greatly admire your prowess.
you are so right, steppenwolf, about words coursing through our very beings - they truly do - even those words left unspoken - but they are there - always -
and i am so humbled by your comments here, for which i thank you! wonderful to have you drop by! have a glorious day, sir!
Wonderfully executed. Simplicity truly does help make the chosen words stand out in meaning and depth.
This poem is a wild ride, short and sweet, into what it means when love starts undermining the walls around our souls. I love it.
Glad that I dropped by, i found you at Dolce's links.
greetings eric1313 - wonderful to have you drop by and leave such kind words of your own - please feel free to come again - and often - thanks again and have a great day! ;)
his words, her words, our souls...
so beautiful and so true, dear marius - and so wonderful to see you over this way once again - i send you all my best wishes for you and yours -
xxx
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