Woman, Face, Girl, Portrait, Forward

I read poetry
as soft as the wings of a moth
words that sway
like poppies in a sunny field
I read about
loving touches
and lips that taste
like morning glories
about waves
kissing the shore
and I wonder
about those beautiful words
all written by hands
holding pens
into heartfelt ink

when all I ever write with
are my very sharp
that have been
dragged through

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17 Responses to Poetry…

  1. Story of my life…
    Love this! 🖤

  2. “pens dipped into heartfelt ink”…so expressive and such a wonderful comparison to the claws and blood!

  3. Resa says:

    Red claw writing reads just fine. I use burnt matches, and old eyeliner pencils.
    Neat poem, Gi.

  4. I like that…a fusion of arts. We need a lot more of that.

  5. Isha says:

    Hi, would love for you to check out my blog and let me know what you think ☺️

  6. Well put! Love the imagery and ending!!

  7. Ghost feeling… Nice one 👌

  8. mentalnotes1 says:

    Very lovely, I enjoyed the transition from light to dark and your very strong ending. Great poetry here ❤️

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