2/20/2008






pink notebooks
i wrote what i felt
through yesterdays
my voice still lingers
and past poems have been sung
like singing albatosses
oh those little pink notebooks
the pinkish pages need more of my words
so they could hum my voice
with tears of a smiley smile coming in
and my heart is filled with drifting draft verse
almost as prayers
but they are poetry that is just written
down from the very dirt of my soul
and yet this pen has lead me
all the way to the heaven sky
i am not falling
i am siting
writing through my srength
on a dark pink line
painting my words into soft whispers
suddenly singing like angels
only in silence
cos i hear my own voice
that dashes away into a reader's heart!

8 comments:

Margie said...

love these words...
painting my words into soft whispers
suddenly singing like angels
only in silence
cos i hear my own voice
that dashes away into a reader's heart!


Lovely poem!
Thank you, Kai

Margie

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

I love line 5 and 6!

Rethabile said...

Great, kai. I love the truthful feeling of your words. They go straight for the senses.

trinitystar said...

I love the line - painting my words with soft whispers ... beautiful ... I see Margie also like that line.
hugs for you

Sorry not been round for sometime ... have a new job and Im doing a little project ... when I get a little settled I shall feel better.

Borut said...

So this is how you do it!:) Good!:)

flyingstars said...

beautiful words!

polona said...

wonderful images here

Ellen M Johns said...

I love this poem. The words are beutifully put together.