Poesy

Words trip down the page…

Healing the hurt of an age,

Poetry above all can save,

The brokenhearted brave.

 

Whether its that song,

Or a quote from bygones,

Those words, that saying,

The melody of  piano playing,

Poetry in all its forms,

Sweet solace, glory-born.

The passing of peace,

From each-to-each.

 

Rejoice in the soothing,

The delicious oozing,

Of unctuous words musing

The thrills of our choosing.

© K.N.Liddington

16649360_1427629933946126_4627494316758895591_n

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s