A silent poetic mind




A fork supporting a poison ivy, out in the forest
The passion that hunger brings
A spoon with some rain drops in it, on the beach
surrounded by sand The protection of unheard tears
A bent butter knife, on a rock outside a playground 
Born to help softness spread but a reminder of
something more dangerous

Don't be a tool while you use tools...
The mind is a tool, emotions are tools
Observers can make you want to be 
their tool and serve them what they 
desire...




 

 

 





Poetry by night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-02-28 at 18:01

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this, especially:

A bent butter knife, on a rock outside a playground
Born to help softness spread but a reminder of
something more dangerous
2015-03-01



Uniquely written truth.
I like your writing very much:)
2015-02-28