Words have always been my art:
They dance for me and sing for me;
They laugh for me and cry for me;
They are my paint and brushes;
They are my clay.
03 October 2013
OctPoWriMo 3 - Words From the Heart
Today, I decided to write a cinquain for the prompt that asked us to share our own story, our own journey with poetry. And, since I like to challenge myself, I added rhyme. I don't remember when I began to write poetry. I feel like I've always been a poet.
I found this beautiful. Amazing how words can really reach inside of us. :)
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Breaking, teaching, healing... yes! These are exactly what words are capable of! Wonderful cinquain...
ReplyDeleteGood little poem.
ReplyDeleteExcellent cinquain :)
ReplyDeleteThis small poem packs a lot of feeling into few words.
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