5/28/2006

scribbles

scribbles

i gave a paper some scars
no ink blood pouring onto the table
just scribbles of poems

indeed i doodle myself into thousand knots of
words--tangle up, tangle down
lately  my heart dance---

oh i am free, i am flyng with my open hands
cos of poetry---cos of poetry, i scribble
over the paper neatly
~
copyright ©2006 kai croft

4 comments:

ardi k said...

I really like how you express your freedom. Would that more used poetry to escape their cells. It puts me in touch with my highest mission.

Thanks for visiting my site.

Aurora said...

This is beautiful, Kai! Well done!

polona said...

"i gave a paper some scars
no ink blood pouring onto the table
just scribbles of poems"

wonderful!

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

nice