Free My Words

I
let my
Quill move
Under your hands
Charged and electrified moving through words
My mind writes into my burned out fingers
Carving the page
Freeing it
From being
Burnt..
Let's 
Perfect
Aurora
Of spring's blossoms
Embrace the cadence of stardust's glow where
Solitary syllables come undone
Heart releases
Thunder of 
Freedom's
Peace
Pull 
Up a 
Chair and sit
Next to my soul
Let me show you how poetry has touched
Shaped me and made me who I am
Come, fill my quill
Spill some ink
Free my 
Words.


#Tetractys 

 

30 thoughts on “Free My Words

  1. “Pull Up a Chair and sit Next to my soul Let me show you how poetry has touched Shaped me and made me who I am Come, fill my quill Spill some ink Free my Words.”
    Just beautiful Yassy! β€οΈβ€οΈπŸ‘πŸ‘ These are my favourite lines! But the whole piece is terrific and so eloquent! 😊😊

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  2. Your words are free . But when do you want to free poetries from your words? That is the sublime question , now people want to ask? They now want to see wordless poetries . Like Earnest Hemingway . All blank verses . This the need of the hours . Your poetry is , however, sublime in many senses . Thanks !

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