In a bowl, a salad of words,
Is poetry, mostly for the birds,
Of words a conglomeration,
Thoughts, spoken & not,
Together without much formation…
Lasting only as long as it is perused,
Greatly abused,
Sometimes bruised,
Abused, accused, a lot confused,
For this waste of your time, I hope I will be excused…
So many words, so little rhyme,
Used, it must or must not in a certain time,
There for the readers interpretation,
In some he’ll find admiration,
In others mayhap salvation,
Some find words give them frustration…
© ed 2/13/09
So aptly put - in your own exceptional way!!
Best regards,
Lance
Except when you write about bathroom issues
That i can't waste my eyes on;-)
Love,
Eileen
cioa,
dan
and innovation.
without much masturbation........LOL
walt
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Fee
Blessings! Jasmin Horst
Keep'm coming...the words I mean.
Edvard(k)