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


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


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


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. :)