i can
not run out
of words
only time - only
spaces
and textured walls
words live
are alive , living always in
present, layered in
crack, lying in seamed crevice, directed in bending
of a day
unobserved they are hidden by the windows
framing eternal memory
suspended,
slipping, falling
falls as a rain takes its leave
writing dream
after dream, quietly unaware
of my
mortality
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2012
smiles....our words will have life well beyond that...in that there is blessing and curse.....unobserved they are hidden by the windows
ReplyDeleteframing eternal memory...nice i like that...
writing dream after dream...this is a lovely dream of a poem. And yes, words are alive. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteAmen to that... Words must really appreciate you for giving them such a sweet tribute. You keep shining thank them! And i keep being lucky for reading your smart thoughts through them too.
ReplyDeleteIt does seem that our words will out live us.....beautiful writing Bkm! :-)
ReplyDeleteEach one better than the last. A truely beautiful piece!
ReplyDeleteI love this. Words can be flame.
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