A minor rewrite of an old poem
I miss the energy that ignited words
That lead my fingers to grasp a pen
So it could make clear
What I could not exactly explain
I wish, my thoughts erupted anew
As spontaneuos as an impulsive kiss
Thoughts immediately jumping on a page
As exciting as a first caress
Yet that is not the what the hands see
Instead, a stolid memory
Waiting for a fire to burst
So words flow like a river of tears
Cascading without thought
Following a mind that is at peace
Free to think and feel
Free to see the light that burns
To create an image I paint
Of dreams felt
Of fantasies seen
So the light is seen again.
Poetry by Kee Zealy
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Written on 2009-03-18 at 04:12
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It Burns Anew
I miss the energy that ignited words
That lead my fingers to grasp a pen
So it could make clear
What I could not exactly explain
I wish, my thoughts erupted anew
As spontaneuos as an impulsive kiss
Thoughts immediately jumping on a page
As exciting as a first caress
Yet that is not the what the hands see
Instead, a stolid memory
Waiting for a fire to burst
So words flow like a river of tears
Cascading without thought
Following a mind that is at peace
Free to think and feel
Free to see the light that burns
To create an image I paint
Of dreams felt
Of fantasies seen
So the light is seen again.
Poetry by Kee Zealy
Read 435 times
Written on 2009-03-18 at 04:12
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