Friday, August 5, 2011

Poems Come






Poems come
when I least
expect them
swelling inside
my
head.
Small signs
of
joy
maybe sadness
striking at
my heart.

Simple words
healing my soul
giving life to
my imagination.


Nancy March
August 2012

1 comment:

  1. Yay for unbidden poems! It takes a lot of listening to hear them calling. I'm glad you captured this one on paper. Thanks for sharing.

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