bones and beauty to my spirit;
a presence that nourishes and laughter
You are a sweet left on my pillow and a
gesture that welcomes;
the taste of fresh baked hard dough bread
and the beginning of the dance.
You are a whisper telling stories and a
playmate come to call;
a pattern that traces delight and a
thought leaving wonder in my mouth.
You are an adventure, a song and
jumping in puddles;
a passion that challenges and joy
treading the face of the earth.
Dedicated to: Mike Beckford – who in thought is a delight and in presence, a blessing.
SO TELL ME: What do you think of this piece?
- Did it engage you?
- Does the meaning come across? Are there any images or lines you don’t understand or find unclear?
- Are there obvious errors in spelling, punctuation or grammar?
- Do you have any suggestions for revision?
Please be brutally honest in your assessments – good, bad or indifferent.
I don’t scare easily; and I really do want to hear what YOU have to say about my work.
Many thanks in advance for your time and your criticism.
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AUTHOR: I am might war. I have a love of music, the written word, travel, Anime, polar bears, people and “sticking and colouring”.