Drops of Poetry, <br />on my mind, <br />soaking in memories, <br />of things I remember, <br />of long ago. <br /> <br />Pouring down drops <br />on to my heart, releasing <br />my inner thoughts, <br />from this soul I have, <br /> <br />to write things that <br />must be told, <br />love that escaped <br />from my life, never <br />more to be seen. <br /> <br />Hurt, tears, broken <br />dreams torn away <br />from me, like a falling <br />star that becomes <br />just dust in the air. <br /> <br />Drops of Poetry so <br />clear is it now, <br />my body so wet, <br />from these drops <br />of poetry that stands, <br /> <br />all around me, <br />in the mist that <br />i now see, <br />my whole body <br />has been cleansed, <br />from all of these <br />drops of poetry. <br /> <br />wrote 3-15-07<br /><br />jim foulk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drops-of-poetry-2/
