Poem -
Colours Of Blind
I am not yet my eyes god
For I see with my soul
Whilst my eyes are just colours
Of blind on the whole
I am not yet my heart god
For my heart pumps red blood
Whilst injustices beat in my soul
Thud Thud Thud
I am not yet my legs god
For they steer me wrong
They are weak god and futile
I stumble along
I am not yet my voice god
For it says the wrong things
Whilst my soul sings fine music,
Calls for angels and wings
I am not yet this life god
For my soul cannot be
So grounded in torturesĀ
Of life's misery
M 4/11/23
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Not only well crafted you crafty thing U .. but more cleverer than good old Bamba eva woz ............... Neville x
To my shame I didn't know of Bamba so had to Google again lol. I know of her now lol...and will.investigate her words later.
Nev will you do me a favour and read
Mark Olcotts poem 'The Cormorant' its on here on page 2 of his page. I really can't stop alerting people to this work it is such a beautiful and well written piece. I'd really be interested to know what you think...x
hugs Marion!...............................................................................................Jim
Thanks Jim x
Always well thought out enjoyable reads!
JP
Thanks John x
A sky full of stars for this one! It has the wow factor xx
Thanks so much love xx