Ok...I admit...I'm really critical of my own work. It's never polished and I always feel at the end that I am not very good....so putting this out there is a HUGE thing for me. For anyone else who writes their feelings into poems....please feel free to add yours. Obviously, please keep them to the level that anyone (including children) can read.
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What good are words
so round, so empty.
They can't contain my heart.
Perhaps a vowel
wrapped around an occational letter
might scratch the surface,
like a vein winding into a nerve.
But my thoughts are so much grander
then what my pen can accomplish.
They don't box you in,
they don't put limits on what we can be.
Moment to moment,
heartbeat to heartbeat
all possibilities are here,
in the spaces between the words.
copyright 2000 Katie Raskin
Untitled
What good are words
so round, so empty.
They can't contain my heart.
Perhaps a vowel
wrapped around an occational letter
might scratch the surface,
like a vein winding into a nerve.
But my thoughts are so much grander
then what my pen can accomplish.
They don't box you in,
they don't put limits on what we can be.
Moment to moment,
heartbeat to heartbeat
all possibilities are here,
in the spaces between the words.
copyright 2000 Katie Raskin