Wandering Poet Girl ( poem)
Wandering Poet Girl
She wanders streets, twisted and cold
Shouting poetry into isolated corners
Breathing life and beauty
To where dead things once were
Wandering Poet Girl
She purrs poetry into her soul
From her lips
Like honey from a spoon
Wandering Poet Girl
Ever so lost
Ever so lonely
Wondering if her words are good enough to hear, to be.
Wandering Poet Girl
Needs to know
Who she is, and what her words are
Were and will be always good enough to be.
@blissedNblessed
I love the thoughts within this:
- Those words can reach and affect those who are in the dark, unseen corners; they reach the dead things and rekindle life/beauty in them
- Those words bring comfort and pleasure to the person who speaks them
- Still there is some doubt whether those words (or the person behind them who is breathing so much of themselves into them) are something that people will appreciate
@QuietMagic
omg, i love you for not only taking the time to read this - but to breathe it in, let it sink in and affect you. not only that, you shared with us what it is you gained from this poem.
it is not only fascinating to know what you got from this, but it is so validadting to me, that you saw what i put in.
thank you.
<3
