Spoiled Words November 3, 2007
Posted by Jason Keath in Creative Writing, Life, love, Poem, Poetry, prose, Writing.trackback
Reach up towards threatening words and close them in your hand. Squeeze them tight, and let no light, reach such poetic sands. Let no grain of prose based pain, drip from grasp to ground. When true joy you find, a lover to bind; echoes of elation will sound.
© 2007 Argonaut
Argonaut 
this is truly beautiful.
i felt the words the way they chose to feel me
from your inner-self to my inner-self
the poem is prose beyond:
the higher seen
When true joy you find, a lover to bind; echoes of elation will sound.
I loved the ending, it danced in my ears.