Devil leave me alone, I'm in the poetic zone. Here I write you away, you have nothing too say. Not during this time of day. Go somewhere else and play.
This zone is mine, to this I toast red wine. Spread the word, you will not be heard. I hear you screaming, you're only dreaming.
Your dream is small, not large, infact this poem is a mirage. You don't even exist, show your face, I'll punch you with my fist. My punch will meet air, cause nothing will be there.
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.
Take care,
Sherry
Love Tinka
Eileen
I'm in the poetic zone.
I believe you, Grady!
Excellent; love your 'tude! BRAVO!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D