RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR
Words Flow
Words flow
Like the wind blows
In a tropical storm
On a raging sea
What can it be?
What can it be?
Thoughts course
Like the river goes
Through a granite canyon
On a millennial run
It has begun
It has begun
Emotions follow
Like a child’s growth
In the teenage years
When the heart explodes
Where does it go?
Where does it go?
Dreams float
Like the sky snows
In Sierra winters
On an open road
What does it show?
What does it show?
My mind opens
Like a clear blue sky
When a drifting cloud
Comes floating by
Don’t know why
Don’t know why
No comments:
Post a Comment