July 1, 2010

and joy is like the creeping ivy
arching its way around my home
filmy netting, blown to my face
whispering with the whipping wind

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you're my raggedy ann
your shoulders uneven
you're eager to go forward
yet with your pieces out of joint

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it's a cautious balance
of word and thought and life
if I stay I stagnate
oh, believe and follow

3 comments:

Echoes in Ink said...

"It's a cautious balance of words and life"...

Wow. I love it so much.

Pensword said...

I like the creeping ivy analogy.

Serfy said...

I think this should be a song. :)