I fill my pen with freedom
For expression is an art.
You agree, of course, on condemning the erasable pencil?
Shall we live our lives in a dyslexic paradise,
Curled up inside our cocoons of lead?
Nay, kind sir.
I’m too educated a woman
For that blasphemy.
Bilingual, is what I am.
Both languages of Art and Insanity
Have found a haven
Within my soul.
Your Spanish folly amuses me.
The whole world
Appears to exist within a
box of pencils.
Hush, you say!
It seems you fear my ink.
Delightful, let’s bathe in it.
THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS …
…
Me?
Funny, I didn’t know Eve was born with a chastity belt.
Besides, you write in pencil.
Fear not the mistake.
You’ve said it yourself:
Permanency is a state of mind.
Wipe
My
Chalk
Board
Clean.
Too late, delusional.
These words are for good.
Edwin
Newfie hugs, Rose
This is great.
Found myself smiling throughout.
Very insightful and expresses feelings many of us understand and share.
Really nice.
--RaeLynn
hugs
Fee