THE MEASURE OF A POET
Every inch a poet
from his tippy toes
to his restless fingers
whence the poetry flows.
Every inch a word
running into lines
waiting on the edge of breath
ready to be heard.
Will you read for me
the measure of your life,
those inches spinning into miles
that set your spirit free?
raypool
Wed 21st Feb 2018 17:05
How remiss of me to overlook your comments, sorry. Just minesweeping today and here they are.
Cheers, Col my pleasure.
Martin, Frankly I wasn't garnering my own bouquet here, but so pleased you fitted me up to it!!
great comment by the way.
Liking your likes, Frances, Hannah and Pat. !
Ray