Spinning the words as they come to mind Into thread hoping the fabrics turns out and you see it how I do The pattern comes out clearly The colors, The texture I hope it becomes something that will last long and forever keep you warm.
Edit 10/26/2011: This was written for Tony. I wrote it one night as I imagined being able to actually hold him close, but instead all I could was talk to him. The whole night. I sent it to him in an E-Mail....and he never said a thing about it.
I submitted this poem to The Page, a magazine run by my favorite teacher. It was the last one published in a long time.
kazuka78 · Fri Mar 05, 2010 @ 03:46am · 0 Comments |