Thursday, 16 April 2015

Day 15


               Poem


When I write I throw away caution

Soar as free as a bird, as carefree

What do you find in my creation

Food for thought under a shady tree?


As I grow old I am more in tune

With myself, the words shine in the poem

To barbs and taunts hopefully immune

A beacon of hope, a shiny totem


Find me here

I live near

My thoughts fly on wings of butterfly

To you softly, if not plucked will die


Prompt: Write a poem that addresses itself or some aspect of its self 

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