Linger NotA Poem by James K. BlaylockLinger Not
walking down this many bricked path,
going along without a humming song
and I notice, that these man-made stones speak...
singing of some kind of miseries,
and calling to be gathered all up, but
I dare not bend my knees, nor, stare too long, because
this journey, is stretching...
and only God knows, when it'll truly end, but, if I linger long enough, in the one spot
perhaps, I just may never find my way
8-1-08 © 2008 James K. BlaylockReviews
|
Stats
85 Views
3 Reviews Added on August 1, 2008 AuthorJames K. BlaylockTyler, TXAboutHi, I'm James K. Blaylock and I'm a poet/writer. I'm 39, and I live in Texas. I was born and raised here. I have been writing now for 13 years and I've been blessed to be published a number of times. .. more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked.. |